No plans. Needed to be spontaneous. Needed to be, just be. Oh pins and needles, pins and needles. I decided to meditate. I put a chair in the doorway ...o the balcony and feeling the Gulf breezes, sat, nude, and began my ritual of calming self awareness. As I began my mantra, thoughts streammed in, uncontrollably: Oh, she is coming, 0h, what will she think? Did I disappoint last night? Oh, what did she think? Will she come? Yes she will come. Should I go pick her up? No, she can get here. Oh. He told me that I couldn’t prove that the sex wasn’t consensual, lots of people saw me with him, hanging all over him as he put it, and that my husband would likely divorce me at the first opportunity and my quest for tenure would likely end right there . Thinking about it, I could see that happening, so I decided to say nothing more about it. I did my best to forget the deal and the whole weekend, but about a week later, I got a call from Jake King who had also been at the party. He asked me. "Or a gypsy girl or a nun, pregnant by three or four months. They'd be frightened and jittery and I'd calm them. I'd tell them that they had to undress and I'd help them and then I'd make love to them."Christine's body blended into mine as she thrust her hips through our two sets of clothes, wrapping her legs around my waist and impaling herself on my cock. "Oh God!"She squeezed her legs together, tightening them until the sensation on my cock became quite dizzy and turgid. Her lips were parted. ” Jason then sent her a suggestion. 'Pam, you want to do this for me. You want to fuck Professor Ridge with all you've got.' “Alright Jason. You know, now that I think about it, doing Professor Ridge just might be fun. I'll go see him tomorrow evening.” “Good, and tell him you are his reward. He should understand.” The next day was Friday. A little after eight that evening, Sharon and Rita brought Ginger to see Jason. “Ginger, you are a beautiful girl. I love your red hair.” .