Looking back on that night now I was sort of like that girl in the Country and Western song by Joe Nichols, Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off. Slowly...as we sipped our drinks and danced, all my clothes fell off. By the time he eased me down on his bed, I was ready and eager to surrender the last vestige of my virginity to Randy. Something else happened to me that night too. I'm not exactly sure what Randy did to me but I now almost any erotic stimulus turns me on in a flash. Playing with myself. “Oh god Kas! Kas!” He shouted. Hearing him say my name like that sent shivers through my body and I felt weak. I brought my other hand up to my chest and gripped it’s fleshy roundness. My own hands were no longer keeping me satisfied and I let out a small frustrated whimper as the ache increased. I began looking around for things to stick inside of me: and empty wine bottle, the handle of a spatula, a green banana. Nothing seemed sufficient so I settled for the banana. I realized it was. I really don’t even remember what they called me, string bean or bean pole or something like that. I took exception and asked the senior if he enjoyed getting blow jobs from his junior boyfriends. I was told later that one of the juniors actually took the first swing but the fight only lasted about 30 seconds. Result, a senior and two juniors in the hospital, and I got a one week suspension for showing a lack of restraint. The idiots probably should have done some homework on me before they. ‘Straighten up.’ She obeys with her arms by her sides. I approach her from behind and hiss into her ear: ‘The pain you are feeling now is nothing to what I felt when you dumped me for HIM!’ Did I detect guilt? ‘Reflect on what you did to me, dear, for a minute… then I’m going to cane you!’ ‘How… how many do… do… I have to take?’ She stuttered out. ‘We were together for nine months in total… you’ve had three… so six with the cane – a whack for each month!’ She was resigned to take it. ‘Bend over.