She was different. She was ... she was...Laurie couldn't find the word, so she just continued with her makeup, pressing her full lips together to make...sure the lipstick was spread across them evenly.Laurie was going over to Aimee's dorm tonight to study for the upcoming psych quiz with Aimee and her cousin Brad. Freud. The quiz was all about Freud, and Laurie hated it. Stupid sick man's psychology. Stupid sick man.Laurie thought Freud's obsession with penises was disgusting. Penises. Laurie. . It's a bitch naming aliens, ain't it?Currently it ends after three chapters, but I might write more. I'm posting those few chapters slowly to give me time to decide what I want to do.So... "How Plausible Does A Story Have To Be?"Kind of a funny thread. I largely ignored it because I read the topic as a rhetorical question. It is, right? One of those questions that requires no answer because it's perhaps self-evident? Obvious. Plain.As plausible as it needs to be? Is that a possible. He wondered what her parents would think about him studying with Jennie. He wondered if they would be studying out in the kitchen, the living room, or, possibly, in her bedroom. The idea of telling her no about coming over to study with her, didn't even occur to him."Sure, we can do that. What time were you thinking?"He had a few chores that he had to get done, but it was only nine fifteen. He wondered if she'd agree to go out with him sometime. He would offer to let her pick the movie."I guess. He felt a sense of chock at her word, and to see her kneeling resigned on the floor in front of him. He realised that he had not expected her to submit to this. She had fought him on everything from mild spanking to holding her arms when he fucked her. Now she was agreeing to being his slave for ever. He felt a wave of affection wash over him. He knew what this would mean to her, and that she would not have done it if her feelings for him had not been strong indeed. He also felt something shift.