It didn't seem like a whole lot, but I was just happy that I had evidence this time and headed for the coffee pot. With a cup of Joe in hand, I start...d the shower and got moving.The day went along normally, with Sophia stopping by without a delivery. We kissed and held each other for about fifteen minutes before she had to skedaddle. I already knew that we couldn't do anything tonight from our conversation last night.Sophia had dinner plans with her Mom and Dad, and it was far too early in. Use it as your own, I don'tcare. Just as long as you're not one of Pat Robertson's sheep.And now, with no further ado (unless you like Pat Roberston):The LampAndrew's College Blog; Day 1My parents always told me never to go to sleep without lighting thelamp. It's this small kerosene lamp that's been passed down my familyfrom eldest son to eldest son, dating all the way back to the 1500'swhen my family lived in southern Russia, or so I've been told. There'ssome legend attached to the lamp, but. I try to shift my weight, but nothing I do is of any use. My body is covered in sweat and my face is covered in tears. The table under my head isn't hot, but everything from the neck down is being cooked. The restraints are getting hot too, as they're made of metal.Nothing could possibly be worse than this searing pain. And with all these people just watching me... These sadistic assholes that are entertained by watching someone get cooked to death. And why do I smell more of that same. It just kind of pushed us into a whole newlevel, and I loved it. I've never made love to a T-girl before; it wasincredible."Sharon had never had casual sex before. It had seemed casual the firstnight with Jocelyn, but had really been much more than that, as it turnedout. At first, resting in Renee's protective embrace, she worried aboutthe fact that she didn't love Renee, and yet had enjoyed the mostwonderful lovemaking with her."I really like your romantic side," Renee had said. "It makes you.