So far, its been a little under a week and I haven't asked though she has hinted around.It's Wednesday night and I'm in my room looking at a Playboy, ...retending to study, when Lori raps on my door. Stashing the mag, I tell her to come in."You look funny," she says, "did I catch you at it? I'll be glad to help if you want. I'm a little disappointed you haven't wanted it again. Maybe I didn't do it right." Oh, Lori, you did it perfect; the best. It's just that I didn't want to bother you with my. ...Spread naked, filling that tube with your swollen cock, hips bucking with each pump, those are the thoughts that excite me, feeling that hot, wetness between my thighs, heavy and aching.How would we meet? No, we won't do the "meet for a drink" thing, I couldn't sit there longing to touch you through an awkward silence, each wondering when we should broach the subject that is the intent of this.It has to be instant.Wherever I am staying will have to have a nice bathroom, a bath is essential. It had three drawers five fingers deep and roughly a foot square. I pulled open the rightmost drawer. It glided out as if the runners had been freshly waxed. Within I found a one quart glass bottle with a ground glass top and a box of matches. I pulled the top off the bottle and took a cautious sniff, confirming my guess. I smelled kerosene. I carefully capped it again and put it away. I found it curious that there were large open rooms with huge windows yet no toilet or bathing facilities on. They get huffy, they pout, it doesn’t mean they don’t love their significant other, it just means they’re human. Stop worrying about how I react and say what you feel.”She started, then giggled, and after that I’d get an occasional earful over my shortcomings. I gave as good as I got, but it was never said in anger (well, not real anger) and we always talked it out later. We’d learned a lot from our counselor.I was really reticent to go at first, but Chelsea talked us into it, saying the woman.