I'm really confused about all this. Maybe the assholes in the library drugged me last night, but there's no way that it could have done any permanent ...amage to my brain. I feel just fine. Those bastards are going to pay for what they did to me!"Jane left her room, intent on reporting the events of the night before to the dean. She walked across campus and stormed into the dean's office."Can I help you young lady?," said the middle-aged secretary."Where is the dean?," said Jane, "I was drugged. He put his hands on himself and stroked his member through the thin material of his shorts. He seldom wore underwear, preferring the comfort of letting his balls hang free. He looked down no and could see the head of his penis sticking through the top of his shorts. He touched the pinkish skin, enjoying the surge that soared through his cock. Just then, the garage door opened. “Mark would you like to stay for dinner….Aunt Anne trailed off as she took in the scene, a gasp escaping from her. He. Well good luck to him. God, she could do with a man – it was more than a month since that twerp Joe had jilted her in Melbourne. The memory of phoning her folk in France, crying, and then sending out the ‘I’m Sorry’ letters to invitees on her side remained painful. Her problem was she wasn’t socializing to meet men and not reuniting with old girlfriends to give them the opportunity of pairing her with somebody they thought suitable – like he was smart enough to know how to unzip. Yeah! They’d. They picked up the pile of applications they'd been working on and headed downstairs.Harold meanwhile surveyed the damage. It looked like nothing major. It was an old bed frame and one of the cross-members had come apart. The metal looked bent. He retreated to the garage for a couple of tools, and had it back together in less than 20 minutes.When he headed downstairs, he sought out Heather working at the dining room table."Heather, can I see you alone a minute, in my study?"Heather got up and.