Looking around the room I could tell it was a guy's bed. I peeked under the covers. I was still clothed so I hadn't got lucky last night. Then the doo... opened and I realized I may have gotten luckier than I had in a very long time."Morning Bridget," Mike, Jr. said softly. The large, steaming mug in his hand was giving off waves of caffeine aroma. He handed it to me and stood rather awkwardly by the bed as I took a deeply satisfying swallow of the hot coffee."I guess this is your place?" He. Although I couldn't see them too much.Time went on and I glanced at her as often as I could. I think she noticed because sometimes I couldn't help myself from staring. I had a huge hard on, but since I were sitting at a desk it wasn't visible. I hoped at least. I was just wearing sweatpants so it was hard to hide if I were to stand up. But I was sitting at the desk when she was helping someone in the row in front of me and then she turned around and dropped her pencil. She bow down to pick it. "He feels those delicate fingers touch his lips, the cold of the marble. His eyes grow wide. What in hell is this beast trying to do?Then he cries out. The doe presses the burning end of her cigarette against his arm. She slips the marble into his mouth, but before he can spit it out, those hands of hers prove their strength, grabbing his jaw and pushing his head against the door, preventing him from spitting. "Swallow." Her voice is low but offers no room for disobedience."Go to hell," he. The thing was Alice had been quite agreeable, but I just couldn’t go all the way. Mostly because of my nerves, but that wasn’t the only reason.“She just wasn’t the one, mom,” I had said. Mom had hugged me then, and she had felt warm and comfortable. What I hadn’t said then, but had already subconsciously been thinking was: “Why can’t you be the one, mom, even if just for one night?”Eventually I had said it out loud. Nothing had happened until months later, but we had talked about it quite a few.