"Well, you insist so much that you can't come that way, maybe you've convinced yourself. Maybe you stop yourself from having an orgasm without realizi...g it." That makes sense," I said passively, not sure what to think of the idea. "I always thought the guy I was with just didn't know what he was doing."She laughed. It was a friendly laugh, dismissing my worries."Well what about when you couldn't finger yourself to orgasm? Who was at fault then?"I felt my cheeks grow bright red. She may have. Notably absent from the cheering throng was Cruit Symington, who took the opportunity to try to reclaim some of the possessions that Sir Torbert had given away.Far above the courtyard, two young women watched the proceedings with interest."Oh, my!" one of them exclaimed when she saw a sword fly out of one of the trainee's hands."Oh, my, indeed," the other agreed. "I believe your fellow, Pernice, is going to be unhappy tonight. That is the second time it has happened. You will have to be extra. He crossed to her, catching her wrist gently. She glanced up, hazel eyes narrowed in confusion. "You bruise easily don't you?" He asked, cautiously turning her hand in his. It was so delicate he was afraid it would break further than it already had from her fall.Her eyes traveled to where his fingers lay. "Apparently," Her voice was so faint..."Pomfrey said she had taken care of this," He whispered aloud, gently relinquishing her hand. She let it fall upon her pillow, besides her face. "Your. ” Isaac looked down and apparently just then noticed that he was jerking off. He stopped immediately. I snickered at his predicament as I walked in between our beds with the clothes I was going to wear today. “You don’t have to stop on my account.” I playfully stated, then turned my back to him before taking off my night-shirt. “I was just saying that you may not want to waste it, that’s all.” “Jesus, Christ.” Isaac muttered passionately. “Are you sure you’re a guy underneath those panties?”.