” Then I roll on my best smile and Barb rolls her eyes muttering “men” in feigned disgust. The last disk is a short compilation of just Barb an... Jada. Obviously the two are doing the lesbian thing. I’m again instantly hard as a rock watching the raw sexuality of two women fucking each other with tongues and fingers. “Damn that Jada was out of line recording this stuff” I say to Barb. She nods and replies “I wish there was a way to get even.” “Well I’d like to see you two doing 69 with you on. She seemed surprised when I told her I had a single room because of my age.“They put me with a seventeen-year-old girl my freshman year. It sucked, big time. She was such a slut! She had a different guy every night, or it seemed like it. I think I spent more nights on the couch in the dorm lounge than I did my bed. I complained but they wouldn’t let me switch and I had no desire to stay in my room and watch her fuck another guy every night.”“Yeah, I can see where that would be uncomfortable. She held up her hand and said “Wait, I shall shut this down,” she fiddled about with the keyboard for a second, then lay the whole thing on the bedside table the screen having gone back to basic showing a picture of her favourite pop star. He started rather hesitantly, by telling her of his frustrations, and of the lesson and his problems, and things picked up speed from there, she laying patiently listening to his tale of woe. She said she had gone through something similar herself, and they. Surely, I wrote, she could allow a few hours on Saturday, even half an hour? I would cheerfully drive over an hour each way just to see her for half an hour. I looked forward to working something out on Friday for the following day. Thursday 7 May 1970 The next day bridge was at my place. I did my normal Spag Bol with a green salad, with apple pie to follow. It went down well. I was also getting much better at this Acol system. Colette stayed after the others had gone to help me clear up, and.