Maybe we will get season's tickets to this place."Sonya just glared at me while the woman breathed a sigh of relief. I got up and put the jacket over ...y shoulder. The diminutive woman looked up then up further. I was a shade over two metres tall and that made me six foot nine. My weight was up to three hundred and sixty pounds or about a hundred and seventy eight kilos. A dramatic difference from what I used to be.The woman led us over to a segregated area partitioned off with thick rope. We. 'Betty better not do an IR scene, or I will never read any of the stories,' it said. Most of the forum posts were members of the site."I better not?" I said as I re-read the post. Others commented most of them agreed. I couldn't believe it, who were they to tell me what I could and couldn't do with a character than I had created. Betty wasn't real. She was based on no one, surely not me. I had made her up on a whim. I liked reading erotic stories and decided to write one, and that's how she. "Do you have a lease?" he asked."No ... we're month-to-month. The landlord didn't want to be locked in to a group of students who might flunk out or cause problems with the other tenants." Okay. Devon says we can't stop them from doing this, but we can slow them down so that you can at least finish the semester. That will give you part of the summer to find alternate accommodation. I'm afraid this is becoming a common practice these days. But, as Devon says, if they want to make your life. I reached out to her but before I touched her she turned to me."If you're gonna do it...go ahead."Again there was her odd way of putting things but I didn't care. She turned her back to me so I reached over and unhooked her bra. She helped me by raising her shoulder and allowing her bra to slip off. I dropped it on the floor. She lay back down and I rose above her. My hands paused at the elastic band of her black panties. She arched her hips and I slid her panties off and tossed them to join.