I said teasingly but also stating indirectly that it was because of her that I was hard. She didn’t react to it. I thought to myself, “Ok, I’ve ...ategorized myself as a creepy ex now.”After a few seconds of silence, she turned towards me.Sheela: Shut up!! I know what you meant.She causally just rolled her eyes, looked at my erection for a second, and turned back.Me: I’m sorry!I was thinking to myself, did she just try to look at my erection?My ex-girlfriend turned herself to face me. She leaned. Can I ask you a question?’ ‘Sure, fire away.’ ‘I was wondering if you would like a college coed fuck slave?’ ‘Fuck slave?’ ‘Someone to have sex with whenever you feel like it, as long as there’s nothing violent or hurtful, but I don’t think you’re that kind of guy anyway.’ ‘No, I like just sex in general, nothing fancy, the normal things. Oh, I’m not into anal, either, so that’s not a worry. So you’d come over whenever I was horny?’ ‘I was thinking that with the extra rooms you have, I could. Behind the very basic but upscale desk was a beautiful young girl, probably about 19 years old, only slightly younger than Sam herself. The girls hair was a vibrant blonde tied back in a pony tail with a few well placed strands hanging off each side of the front of her face. She was wore a bright white button up dress shirt with a crisply popped collar. Sam couldn't tell what she was wearing below her stomach as the desk was in the way. The girls name tag read -Sabrina-. Sam approached. Kirsten was in a hospital bed, crying, and her mother was sitting next to her, also weeping. A third woman, a middle-aged black woman, was standing near them. When she saw a man entered, she said, “Sir, you’ll need to leave.” Jack noticed she had a badge on her belt; she must be the detective Construct had told him about.Instead, Tina jumped off the bed and ran to Jack, wrapping her arms around him. She began crying loudly and dragged him over to the bed. As soon as he was close enough, Kirsten.