I can't maintain my composure so I escape into the bathroom."Taco bar later?" I ask loudly as I disappear behind the bathroom door.We usually raid the...cafeteria's salad bar once a month, taking as many veggies as we can fit on our plates to hord in our mini-fridges."Ya, I guess, maybe," is Sherrie's muffled reply.After taking some time to breath, to splash some water on my face, I return to Sherrie to find her books stacked in two even piles at the base and head of her bunk. She has started to. The glow from the compound lit the falling snow. They could just barely make out the imposing, iron gates. Liv shifted into second gear and set her jaw in determination.Liv took a deep breath to help fight the fear that was gripping her body. As she let out the breath, she realized that her arms and wrists hurt from holding the steering wheel so tightly. "This is either gonna be real fun or real bad." Liv relaxed her grip, killed the headlights and switching to the infrared setting on the main. After all, Honey Love is a high-class, old-fashioned sort of person." It was a gentleman in a formal tuxedo, carrying a silver tray holding a bottle of champagne. A towel was wrapped around his wrist, and a cummerbund was attached to his waist. The black bow tie, the clean white shirt, the shiny black loafers, the balding head, and the snootily-raised nose - there was no question about it, he was her butler.Honey could only stare at him in disbelief, until she felt a strange series of thoughts. It sounded more erotic than medically professional but I tended to be always thinking with my mind in the gutter no matter what the subject.When I first met Doctor Proudbottom, I was struck with the ferocity in her eyes that made me think of a caged tiger. I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination but when we shook hands, her long sharp fingernails scraped across my skin leaving me wondering if she kept them that long and that sharp to inflict serious damage on misbehaving males who came.