Her tan little tits sticking straight up. I could lose myself in them all over again. “Well it sounded like you were doing more than talking…, and...quite frankly, I’m a little bit jealous” “Jealous!, jealous” I asked. “What do you have to be jealous about?” By this point, Alice has taken her hands out of her panties and I could see some disappointment in her face. She really was feeling jealous about the ordeal. And I could understand why she would. She and I were just starting to experiment. I was a colossal failure of sexual relationships, and the only one that had come out better than it began was with Summer, with whom I'd never STARTED a relationship.I could handle my reduced closeness with Megan and Cassidy. At least we could be in the same circle of friends together. I could handle the awkwardness with Adrienne. We'd never been close in the first place. And I could live with never seeing Donna Kincaid or Stacey Whitehouse ever again. But not Dawn. I couldn't live without. The Tomas was a toy for sure, but I also had a debit card as well, so it isn't quite so adventuresome that way.I spent some time making calls to bail bondsmen I knew. It was just to kill time waiting for the cruiser to arrive. It was almost 9:30 when the car arrived. I gave the delivery man a nasty look as I said, "Ten more minutes and I would have been looking for another car." Sorry, I got tied up," he said not a bit sorry."Can you drop me back at the shop?" he asked."Nope, I got things to. ‘Well, pick one, Lad. But we can’t have this. It’s very disruptive. You’ll have to get this straightened out soon, or the administration will be forced to step in. Do I make myself clear?’ He did, and I left. Unfortunately, things got worse. The University Magazine got wind of the story and placed their piece on Page 2. I quit answering my phone and took to wearing disguises. The next week, one of the Frat houses, as a joke, bought a full page Ad. It was a Marriage application, inviting single.