"Universities are hot beds of gossip true or not." That is why I have few friends and those I have like Ginny I trust implicitly," she replied."Ginny'... a good girl and I believe your trust in her is warranted." Yes but it does not solve a problem for me." Problem?" I wish to experience sex, but cannot do it at University." Not easy and you couldn't trust just anyone you met." I know," she admitted with a shy smile. "Besides, boys do not interest me at all."'Uh oh, ' I thought."Mature men,. I pulled her upright, and held her against my side as I fished my cock out of my pants and emptied my own bladder into the bowl as she watched.As I shook the last drops off into the bowl, I mused aloud. "I'll have to ask the gardener if chicken shit makes good fertilizer. I suspect your output would be chemically similar. Instead of having you use the toilet, I could just take you for a walk in the garden whenever you needed to go. Ah, well, a thought for another time. Now, it's time for you to. "I told her that didn't allay the rest of my fears — specifically about her reputation."My concession to you in that regard is the trip to Clarksburg," she told me. "My last boyfriend acted like you used to. He was King Shit at the school. He treated me like crap, but I let him because I got to be Queen Shit at the school. This body only came around last summer. Before that, I was a flat-chest, no-butt geek. I'm still a geek, to tell you the truth. If I thought you were like everyone says you. . what are you doing?"Grinning at her, he turned around and threw over his shoulder, "I'm going to get your crutches. What did you think?"She could hear his laughter rumbling down the hall. She smiled to herself, remembering her thoughts and wondering if she was less panicked than she had acted.Noel came back with the crutches and put them across the foot of the bed where she could reach them easily. Sitting down next to her on the bed he took both of her hands in one of his he put the other on.