Who knows, maybe you could give them advice like Dr. Ruth."Staci smacked Jill's shoulder with a backhand, and turned back to Jack."Do you have a pen a...d something to write on," she asked Jack, exasperated."I sure do, here." Jack handed Staci a pen and small post it note. She quickly scribbled a number on it and handed it back to him."Do me a favor and don't give that out to anyone. It's bad enough that miss priss here gave it to all the girls on campus. God, now I have to deal with the bitchy. .Well! Tis not right ye take yer loneliness on other lenly folk llke theeld!" I am sorry if... but..." I git in the way... all the same..."Her eyes began to sparkle oddly..."I heve it. Ye be on yer way... an ye'll be lonely ne more!"I was confused though. How did she know? My past life had... well mychildhood had been bitter painful... ghost ridden... It left me tooscared to try to reach people... and now... at my age... but how didshe know? I... As I looked her body seemed to melt... flow.... I was famished.I stumbled getting out of bed, my legs not wanting to support me. I didn't know how long I had been in the dungeon, but it was long enough that my legs were not used to supporting my weight. My arms, Hell, my whole body ached, down to and including my eyelids. Even the light coming through the curtains hurt. I felt like shit.I held on to the dresser until I was stable, then slipped on my robe. I looked briefly at my body in the mirror as I passed by. There were remarkably few. The first night, a bit titty blonde from somewhere in Montana told me she had never seen a black man before in her life, though by sunrise she had swallowed more of my black rod than any bitch before or since. I found some cute Asian twins who told me I was the most American thing they could think to experience together. My roommate, this pasty k** named Fred, learned pretty quickly how to get a good night's sleep on the floor outside the room on the many nights some white coed decided I had.