“I’m a virgin!” I wasn’t going to tell him, but I was scared. He walked over to me, took my hands and led me back to the table. “You want go...d grades, my dear?” I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of. The thought of pain during sex had always turned me on, I want his cock, and I want good grades… I have NOTHING to lose! I didn’t even answer him I went down on my knees and started stroking his cock. He fell down in his chair laughing. “Good girl!” I didn’t waste any time. I had a dildo that I had. Jake had a roommate. But there was so much more to her than that. Katrina was as tempestuous as her hurricane namesake. She lived a truly Epicurean life, going from one bohemian (mis)adventure to the next. She was an artist, who drew ‘whatever her muse painted in her mind’. Her goal was to give the world a feel for ‘what they saw and yet failed to see’. One of her allotted two rooms immediately became her studio. It was her thinking space, her sanctuary, where her creativity put vivid colour on. I will never forget the perfume she wore (I never found out what it wascalled), but I still get a hard-on and all “gooshy” about Miss Presley evenwhen I catch the slightest scent of it.The affair began a little later that afternoon. She said something like:“Tim, you’re one of my best students, and I need help grading essays. Iknow I shouldn’t ask, but is there anyway you can help? You look like amature young man, so — if we keep it a secret — I might. . I am bleeding out. Something is wrong. -Mark's point of view- I sprint through the woods, not even pausing for breath. Rose needs help. I reach the edge of the pack's territory. I stop, knowing Rose and I are not welcome. But she is in so much pain.. I step over the line of scent and sprint to the cave Rose used to share with Poppy. Poppy! Where are you? Wake up! Rose needs you. Something is wrong with the pups. I send my thoughts out, desperate to save my mate. -Rose's point of view-I.