Having unsafe sex is a really bad idea. You could end up with a disease or worse pregnant. I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow. We'll get you some pi...ls."She nodded while trying to swallow her tears. She obviously felt bad about banging my boyfriend. She couldn’t know that I did not care about Luther that way in the slightest. If he wanted to fuck a dozen girls, that did not bother me; as long as he did not bring their diseases home with him. No, the problem was he chose to do this to my once. He even went so far as to dig up a three-year old thread which pre-dated his advent on SBL in order to ensure he had applied his red pen to all of her work.It was frustrating and irritating, and she'd have long ago told him to go take a flying fuck were it not for the fact that his suggestions were, without exception, a tremendous improvement to each story.Damn him.She had privately asked him to stop editing her stuff, since she didn't appreciate his tone or attitude. This was a major pain in. Their conversation had the peculiar stilted manner of two people each of whom was waiting for the other to be the first to raise some very delicate topic.Promptly at three the following afternoon, Qubilah was escorted into the room. At Henry's nod she removed her abaya to reveal that beneath it she was stark naked, except for a pair of slippers. Her labia glistened with oil, and Henry had no doubt that her anus was similarly anointed. She stood stock still and then, rather ostentatiously, she. Then, she remembered what Ilsa told her, that this woman had seen her in the car with her, naked, legs open, writhing in orgasm. A deep shiver went through her, and she had to avert her eyes.A small laugh came from Ms. Crow's throat, as if she were reading Melanie's thoughts, and remembering the image of Melanie's body, wanton and exposed."You'll start tomorrow," the teacher said, turning away. "Dismissed."After her class with Ms. Crow the next day, Ilsa glanced at her teacher on the way out.