She had to be at work by 8:00, the same time Matt’s class started. His first class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday was creative writing. When he ar...ived at class, early as usual, a girl he hadn’t seen before was standing outside the classroom door. When she saw Matt, she looked at him intently.Nervously, she asked, “Are you Matt Young?”“Yes,” he replied.“I’m Denise Connor. I was Mandy’s suitemate last semester,” she explained.“Is Mandy okay?” Matt asked, worried, since Mandy had disappeared. But sure enough, tomorrow I would interrogated by the other women. Gossip was one the many things about this place that I had not liked. The only sound was that of our footsteps as we walked down the silent hall. Torches hung on old stonewalls, and rugs of green and gold hung for decoration. A few paintings here and there greeted us as we passed through. I did not have to worry about bowing or curtsying to others, for most were all ready in bed. As we neared his chambers, I began to wring my. We kept chatting for a while and then I wished him a good night and pretended to have gone asleep. I managed my position in such way that he could feel my body without touching it. Half an hour went idle. I could feel him breathing heavily and changing positions restlessly. we were lying facing each other. I suddenly lifted my hand and dropped it on his waist. he did not move but i could sense his anxiety. In few minutes I guess he gathered some courage and put his. That mostly could have been from the fact that she was currently not wearing any underwear though and she was a little thankful that she hadn't been given a skirt to wear instead.With that taken care of she then held the key in her hand and then brought it up to the heavy metal collar that was stuck around her neck. The thing not only weighed down on her body but her mind as well, as every time she moved she could feel it on her, clamped around her neck like she was nothing more than an object..