I was entranced by the combined sound, wafting a quiet melody in my mind, trying to imagine what he was thinking, what he was picturing as he came clo...er to his climax. Mark was jerking it now, so fast that I imagined that it must hurt. He leaned over the arm of the sofa, stopping just long enough to grab some papers from the table. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what they were: my French notes. I held my breath again, blinking my eyes in disbelief, as Mark finally came, squeezing his. “You can’t have sex just because I’ve had sex,” said Mindy. “That’s just ridiculous!”“Sure, it’s ridiculous for me to have sex, as long as you get to bang him so much you can’t even remember how many times you did it!“Bobby got up and walked to the patio door. He opened it and stepped out, closing it behind him. He went to the pile of logs out back, picked up the axe, and started splitting wood. The two women looked at each other. Neither said anything for a while. It was Mindy who finally. When Ken is with me I have no free will. I do whatever I’m told. What you do will be between you and Ken. I’m sorry, Jen. I know that’s a lot to lay on you. You probably had a more normal senior class trip planned.”I giggled and said, “Well, actually, I was hoping for a little excitement. I never have any at home! I’ve never met a sex slave before. Why do you like it so much? Do you ever get to do what you want?”“That’s the weird part. I get to do exciting things that, if they were honest with. He gets upset an the rumour goes aroundthe school that I dressed up like a girl to piss him off. I think aboutit. What kind of dumb plan is this? Oh well, I'm in. I should play it up.Flash him my underwear and run off. My feet are frozen. My pseudo-disrespect for authority fades and I look down at my shoes."Jason!" Mr. Hennell says. "What are you doing?" he asks rhetorically. "Iheard that you were in here dressed as a girl but I didn't think it wastrue." Uh. Hi, Mr. Hennell," I mutter as I look.