And it wasn't because she wasn't putting out. I guess I gave Brad something he didn't get from his girlfriends. Of course, he had the power of control...ing me. Maybe that was it. But I liked to think that I could make him feel things that his girlfriend couldn't.For our sophomore year, Brad rented a house and told me that I would rent a room from him, which I did of course. This kept me in close proximity so that I could take care of his needs whenever he wanted.In our third and fourth years,. She whined some unintelligible words as I shook my head to try and clear my alcohol-induced fog.Suddenly the door burst open with a crash. I whipped my head around to see The Huge Walking Dick standing in the doorway. He didn't look very happy. A tiny blonde girl was pulling on his arm spewing expletives at him and telling him to get the fuck out of her house. She stopped talking when she saw me and Kristin past his big hulking shape. The two of them looked at us. We looked back at them. Time. And laughing.I noticed a fish caught in the net. I scooped it out and walked up to Maria. Holding the wiggling fish in front of her by its gill, I said, "Is this one big enough?"With her attention on the fish, I stuck my finger into the collar of her shirt and pulled it outward. I dropped the fish in. Maria screeched as it flapped inside her shirt. She tried to pull the bottom out, but I had one hand pressed on her belly and the other on her back. She kept squealing and squirming. We struggled,. At least I can hear what they say.Chloe’s telling Nina about Bangkok and all the bars she visited, and the shark fishing boat trip; and the Aussie barman she copped off with — blah—blah—d—fucking—blah. Aren’t I just so cool to have been travelling, so sophisticated? For fuck's sake, Chloe, go and sit next to Nin and give her some tongue. I nearly start to lose interest; it’s only Chloe’s legs that keep me focused. And then Chloe is on her feet, and I can see her completely. “Can I use your loo?.