There was an unspoken agreement between us that everything we talked about would remain between us and no one else would be brought into this. It was ...lso an agreement that we never talked about these things outside of our regular before class sessions. If we saw each other outside of psych 101 then we greeted each other, but we never spoke about our lives. After a month or so of our pre class-time rants, I decided that I would break the unspoken rule and ask Cath out for coffee. I was really. Calm, even, confident. For a second I pictured him up there in that dark control room. Dark hair, strong body with a little meat on his bones, sitting relaxed and ready. And for another second I thought about how easy it would be for him to be sitting there naked. Watching us. In control.Settle down.I couldn’t get excited right now. The last scene was an interrogation: Jackson’s character coming down on me hard in the climactic scene of the play, while my character was tied to a chair centre. Are those my pantyhose?" Icouldn't even look her in the eyes. "Yes. They're your pantyhose." With aneutral tone, she replied, "I see. What do you propose we do about this?"Well, at least she was being reasonable. "Ummm... I guess, I can buy yousome new ones to replace these. I'll just throw these away." She turnedaround and locked the door. "Oh, you are going to replace them! Butfirst, take them off. Right. Now." Embarrassed, I took off my slippers.Then, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them. Sue was a big breasted, curvy figure,striking brunette, while Doug was a large guy, in shape, with similardark features. Both were quite asserted and confident.June and I on the other hand, were just the opposite from Doug and Sue.Both of us were about 5" 7" on a good day, with slim to slight builds,and we both had cute, blonde hair. June has perky little breasts; whileI had the "little sexy ass" you could say. We would not assertive atall. Just the opposite, very passive and accommodating. .