Patton couldn’t help but linger in his gaze.How is he alone? Probably waiting for someone, Patton told himself.Within ten minutes, the scotch was go...e. Patton was beginning to relax. This felt right. Just then, the bear-bartender returned.“Another?”“Please,” Patton responded, “...and send the guy over by the wall a shot of Sambuca.”After the bear delivered the drinks, the surfer raised his glass of Sambuca to Patton in acknowledgment, and threw it back. Patton sat through two more. "Who was that?" Polly Caretaker, Jakob Flintkote's Caretaker," said the ceiling. "Have a seat," The comfy looking leather recliner appeared out of no where. "We're unsure what to do with you. Hungry?" I could do with a bite," said John."Preferences?" asked the ceiling."Can I get a porterhouse steak, aged to perfection and so tender I can cut it with a fork?" Talking to a ceiling ... well ... you know ... I wasn't sure I was sane ... might as well go for broke. "Baked Idaho spud dripping with. I don’t think you’re gonna have any problem with the ladies at all, are you?”Marcus grinned, panting, enjoying Kat’s dirty talk. She then began changing from a slow blowjob to a more urgent, and sloppy wet one. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and off her chin, dripping onto Marcus’ thighs.“I bet you got a nice welcome when you arrived downstairs, didn’t you?” Kat continued, slobbering over his balls, “All those women down there wanting you? They all wanted to be where I am right now. Every. The first time I did I got some stares from the other students,what with my more "revealing" clothes and my new hair style but after acouple of times they pretty much treated me as usual. The only thingthat I can't do anymore is use the Men's Rooms in the classroombuildings. It's too much of a hassle when I walk into one of them andsome guy in there who doesn't know that I'm also a guy points out to methat I'm in the wrong room. And of course I can't use the Women's Roomsbecause then I'd have.