He sensed that its origin had changed locations in the dark room and he was right. ‘It wasn’t their choice.’ ‘Was it yours?’ asked Kim. ‘M.... Kim, everything that happens here tonight is my choice.’ ‘You’re Sean Wallace, aren’t you?’ Silence. ‘What is it that you want?’ More silence. Kim reached to turn on the bedside lamp. He heard the breaking of his arm before he felt the excruciating pain. His scream was quickly muffled by a pillow over his face, almost as if the assailant had been prepared. Pretending I needed some help with French even though it was my best class, I convinced her to tutor me at her house. After half an hour or so of conjugating French verbs, I initiated my real work. Out of the blue I asked, "Have you ever had sex, Kimberly?"Demurely, and so adorably, she answered, "No. Why would you ask that?" Have you ever thought about it? I mean, I think you're really pretty. I don't know why you hide behind those unflattering clothes and that librarian look," I continued,. She went through them all carefully and made arrangements with three of them for different times during that weekend. The first one was a married guy in his seventies. He would meet her Saturday morning 10:00 a.m. So I took her out there 45 minutes before. Took all of her clothes and and left her on the bed with the camper door unlocked. At ten sharp she heard a car pull up. She heard him walk up and the door open. She said she almost peed the bed she was so excited and nervous. She had. She was squirming and giggling uncontrollably. "Noooooo!!!" "Tell me!" I got on top of her and sat on her thighs, batting away her hands. "Noooooo!!!" I tickled her all over, faster and faster. "Aahhhahahhahaaaahhaaaaa!!! Stop! Stop!" "Not till you tell me!" She was writhing and wriggling like a maniac, trying to escape my tickling clutches. Tears of laughter coursed down her cheeks. "Stop ahhhhhh stop I'll tell you... nooooooo... aahhahahhaaahahahaaaa..." "Tell me now!" "All right all right.