The lights were on permanently in case maintenance were needed. Ron turned and glared at me as I laid on the pile of tarps and other discarded items... 'David, I know that you are the fuck boy of Grants Hall. So don't play that bullshit game with me.' I gasped for breath looking Ron in the face, his eyes were livid and his expression was frighting. I looked at Ron as he began to move in my direction, 'what are you doing,' I whimpered. Ron replied 'I'm going to teach you how to recognize me. Oddly, I’d seen her disappear from a party and go home alone on many occasions without her date. I’d a hard time working out what her game was.I knew that she didn’t like going on dates with blokes unless there were a lot of people around. That had been one of his mate’s bitches as well. If he suggested anything intimate, she refused. She also never let them pick her up for a date, and they were never invited to her place. I’d heard that if they turned up, she never let them in.If they. Then that winter break Sara came to visit for a weekend (my parents made her sleep in the basement...lol). Sara and I were practically a couple our last semester. We saw each other pretty much every day, slept with each other (in the same bed) every night and fucked like 5 our of 7 days of the week. We just didnt have "titles." We never wore condoms, and I came in her regularly. So far her birth control has held up... Ashley joined us a few more times (usually while drinking), and eventually. “Harry is all this necessary? Do I really have to be chained up like this?”“My name isn't Harry, when were down here you refer to me as master H, slave!”“Master H? Ok stop all the bullshit and get over here and...”“Shut up slave! I know you like it rough, and that's exactly what I'm gonna give you!”His entire demeanor had changed. He'd gone from cool and calm to psycho in seconds. I looked at him with an evil look as he grinned and walked over to the desk. I couldn't be too mad because I walked.