“Shit, I just want to get back to my real school work. That article did take a lot of work, and the others did a super job, too. Hell, after the int...rview, the head of the Humanities Department asked our group if any of us wanted to change majors—he said he could offer economics, sociology, even poly sci. Someone said they were nominating the paper for some kind of award. I just hope the fuss dies down soon.”The fuss didn’t die down, at least not in the media nor in the public at large. Within. Once you'd gone in and found out what the joke was, they let you stay in there afterwards to watch the rest of the gang come in and make jackasses of themselves.It took about fifteen or twenty minutes for each of the first two guys to go through their scene in there, and then the door opened and the man called my name. Man, I was nervous! It was horny as hell and barely able to keep a rein on my goddamn rampaging boney, but this was going to be my first public fuck performance and I wasn't all. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Yes. I loved it. It still scares me how much I loved it." I don't know what else she could have said that would have aroused me so much or driven me so absolutely mad with desire for her. It was that mention of fear that did it, that told me she was the genuine article, because where we were going was scary, a place where you can lose yourself, where you can find out that you're not who you thought, a place where the night takes over and swallows you up and all. He watched her leave the room, with gentle footstep into the large en-suite bathroom, a loving smile gracing his lips. He heard the shower being turned on, and the soft pattering against the glass door to the shower of cascading water. As she gently hummed a tune under her breath, as she did every morning, he thought of her undressing for her shower and bit his lip lightly… lowering the dressing gown; it brushed her hips, revealing her secrets from the night before, and her soft, warm skin.He.