Anyway, the next morning one of my roommates brings by her friend Steffi, who happens to work for Professor Lambeau. I've met Steffi a few times, didn...t really know her. Always kind of had the impression she was a slut ... Me, I'm definitely not, but I at least know my way around boys enough to get me by. I've only had sex with two boys, but I've given out several "I don't want to sleep with you, so let's do this instead" blowjobs. But rarely, normally because I'm shy and don't like to put. " Elm caught at Kargh's arm. "Let me try something else, now that you've got it loosened up."He thrust the point of his dagger into the crack between the panels, working it up and down until he found the bar that held them closed. His eyes half closed, he poked and pried until at last the bar fell with a muted clatter."There you go." He stepped back with a proud grin. The panels swung back to reveal stairs that descended into darkness. His smile vanished as the sound of chanting floated up to. I’ll see you at breakfast if you’re there.” I said this untangling myself from her and ushering the girls out.When we got to Trish’s house, I asked Cecile if I could use her phone. It would be after six PM at home, and hopefully Dad would be having a cup of coffee after supper while the kids were finishing up the evening chores.I explained the whole thing to Dad who was surprised that I was playing golf. His only comment was that maybe I could talk one of the coaches into saving a scholarship. The DJ said okay, and told us which cage to go to. There was a man there when I got there, and he opened the door for me, then locked me in.As I was waiting for the cage to go up, some drunks started saying silly things like "look at the monkey," where's your banana" and "monkeys don't wear clothes." That seemed to give them the excuse to reach in and try to pull my dress up. Unfortunately, with the cage only being about 3 feet square, there wasn't anywhere that I could go, and my dress was up.