“Might I have another?” The man smiled and nodded. He waved to a touring waitress and ordered us another round.”“Jim, is she married?” I sai..., putting it out there.“Yes,” he said.“Happily?” I said.“Yes. I mean I don’t live with them, but they seem so,” he said.“Okay, please do not tell me his name or her new last name unless I ask for it. Would that be all right with you?”“Yes,” he said. I nodded.“So far so good,” I said, and smiled. “Jim, I told my woman that if she did meet a good man and. I was in my first year at Washington StateUniversity and I had moved into an off campus dorm to getaway from my folks. I have a best friend named Wendy, who was in her thirdyear of collage, her and I share several classes, and wewent every where together, games, double dates, justeverything. She has always been one of the most populargirls on campus. She is model material. At any rate, the day “it” happened, I was getting readyfor a date with Bob, my then boyfriend. . ” He paused, inching even closer. “The second part is that I would like to prove that I can make you scream so loud when you cum that you’ll wake up every neighbor within a mile.” Well. Whatever I had expected, it sure wasn’t that! My mouth opened, then closed, then hung open again. I knew I was supposed to say something like, “How dare you! Get out of my class and never come back!” or something equally indignant at any rate, but instead what came out was a short strangled whimper. His eyes had. It was just over fifteen months since that fateful night on which I'dgone to Kristina's apartment with nothing more in mind than seeingwhether the lingerie I'd bought for her would revive my waning interestin fucking her. Little did I know that I would spend the evening dressedin some of that same lingerie myself, wearing makeup, and forced to havesex with two knife-wielding intruders. And then the biggest shock of all:far from being a victim of a home invasion, Kristina had arranged thewhole.