As she drove toward the university, she told methat she had spent the week end cleaning her apartment. "After all, sexisn't much fun during your perio...." Her comment reminded me to ask whenmine was due. "Your's should start tomorrow. Today, I'll show you whatto do." That was some comfort.Dr. Lambert's lecture was interesting, as always. I was trying to decidehow I could explain to him that we couldn't have sex anymore, now that Ihad a boyfriend that I was serious about. At the end of class, I. She just moved her hand out of the way so I couldn’t take the cup.“I’m not proving anything. I can do it sometimes, it’s fine.” she said, seeming a bit over confident as she threw back the almost completely full cup. I didn’t know what to say to this new and erratic behavior. “It’s fine if you want to drink sometimes and get a little loose, but it’s currently 10:30 and your dad said he wanted you home at 11:30…. You also just drank about 7 shots of 151….” I said concerned of what was to. “Jack, I’ve had a few cocks, but, and don’t get big-headed, none have reached my depths as yours has. So mighty. I thought I knew what an orgasm was, until tonight.”When she had dressed, and stolen away, I lay down and wondered what kind of fool I’d been.“Admit it,” a voice declared inside my head, “whatever else university did for you, it turned you into a cock-proud sex addict. Risking all in giving way to your baser instincts.” Eventually, I slept.Every other evening, for three weeks, I was. Sit and turn on your bottom. Then put your head through the trap."Maria knelt to one side, drew her knees around, turned back toward the door. She slid forward toward the opening that came about half way down the cage door, pushing her head through until her shoulders touched the bars. Her eye screwed up, barely holding back tears."No crying, my dear. Now reach back and hand me that chain." Chain?" Yes, Dear. The one hanging from your roof."Maria retracted her head, swiveling to see what in the.