But it’s not okay.”“I kept telling myself I was okay, when I knew I wasn’t,” she stopped. She wanted to tell him about the drugs, and the ma... in the limo and everything. But all at once, she didn’t. This was her story. This was her life. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him, “Now I realize something else. I am okay. I am normal. But you, you’re not okay. You are broken. You rape -”She took a deep breath, “You raped me. But it’s okay. I’m not mad. God, five minutes ago I would have married. After a few minutes of tity fucking and Tom pussy eating Tom stood up andhad me turn around and face him so Bill could get behind me I took Toms cock in my mouth once again and sucked on him as Bill slid between my legsa and stuck his 10incher in my wet sopping pussy and he pumped his cock in and out and started picking up speed and rythm with each thrust in he pushed my furtherdown on Toms cock I was sucking I was in Heaven and they pounded me like this for awhile and traded placesand done the. A week or so went by and it looked as though Heather had gotten away with it....until she found a summons from the student judiciary committee in her mailbox. It said that they knew about her tampering. Her heart stopped. Her hands went sweaty. What were they going to do to her? She read on.The letter said that she had two options: she could either accept the sentence of the student judiciary committee or be turned over to the police. Thank God, she thought, the cops won't get me. They'll. I’ll pay our bill and we can meet at the front door. I need to push off.”I went to the men’s room, and sure enough, posters of naked women covered the walls. I glanced in the stall, and sure enough, there was a poster on the walls of the stall, too. What surprised me was the panties that hung on the back of the door on a hook. Damp and crusty, they had obviously been used for masturbation and left for others to use. They may have started as trophies from women in the bar, but they were now damp.