2 comments/ 13916 views/ 1 favorites Campus Affairs Ch. 01 By: Holsten This is a sequel to my Office Hours series, continuing the story of Dr. Michaels and her younger boyfriend/slaveboy Jason. It isn't entirely necessary to read the first series to get into this one, but I of course highly recommend it. This time around, the narrative is also heavily about Michaels' and Jason's friend, Lindsay, and her own quest for love. Let me know what you think! ***** December "Oooh," Dr. Michaels moaned as she bounced on the boy splayed atop her desk. The good teacher smacked the boy hard on the side of his ass with the ruler in her hand. "Oh, fuck, take it, kiddo! You love it! Yeah, take it, you pathetic little boyslut!" She gave one side of the boy's face a smack with the ruler, feeling her pet's pain shutter up through his chubby cock into her body as she mercilessly slammed him. "Scream for me! Cry!" Smack! the other side of is face, harder. Another shutter. "Cry!" Dr. Sabrina Michaels was a popular professor of English, Writing, Rhetoric, and Literature. She was tall and slim, her hair short and dark. She wore glasses like any proper academic. She had long ago rejected being a normal, healthy adult with a normal, healthy private life. Instead, she found herself fucking and abusing one of her students in her office. He was young and taut, with long, young, luscious, coconut-scented hair, pretty young lips, a trusting young smile, and a young young young prick that was hard whenever she wanted it. His name was Jason. He was almost eleven years younger than Sabrina, and they were deeply in love. "Gag, you disgusting little whore!" Dr. Michaels snarled, holding the ruler in both hands and pressing it against Jason's throat. Jason tugged at the mouse chord binding his wrists above his head..He was blind from a sticky stretch of Scotch tape looped over his eyes, and gurgled through the paper stuffed in is mouth. A copy of his final dissertation, a bright red A-Minus in Dr. Michaels' handwriting crumpled down somewhere near his tonsils. So close to perfect. If only he had gotten the spacing right on his Works Cited page. Dr. Michaels squeezed the ruler a little harder against the boy's neck, knowing from long experience and agreement just how hard she could safely choke him. Jason responded with a series of delightful gurgled yelps before deploying one of his trusted physical gambits. He began vibrating his hips, flicking waves of rapid-fire thrusts into Michaels. The results were always the same, and always explosive. In seconds, Michaels dropped the ruler and raked her nails down Jason's chest as an orgasm paralyzed her muscles and wrenched a low scream from deep inside her. She gave Jason several more crunching pounds to increase the effect before bracing her hands on his shoulders to catch her breath and let the sweat beading on her cheeks drip onto his blind, gagged face. "That wasn't fare!" she panted. "I wasn't done punishing you! Bad boy! Bad!" Dr. Michaels sprang off of Jason, off of the desk, and onto the floor. She unlooped the chord from around Jason's wrists and yanked the damp essay out of his mouth. She grabbed the fallen ruler and smacked the edge of the desk several times. "Up!" she barked. "Off! Bend!" Jason, still tape-blinded, obediently slid his feet to the floor, turned around, and gripped the edge of the desk with his hands as he raised his gorgeous, hard ass in the air. Michaels scraped each cheek, slowly, with the sharp corner of the ruler. "That was nice," she said, gently patting the kid's thighs with the ruler. "So I'll be kind. For every strike, I'll allow you to stroke yourself one time. One! And you will thank me for it every time. Agreed?" "Yes, Ma'am!" Jason said, eagerly taking his wet cock in hand. "Thank you, Ma-" Michaels didn't wait for him to finish. She stung the boy's ass hard with the flat of the ruler, eliciting first a yelp, then a hard pump, and finally a slightly strangled, "Thank you, Ma'am!" Again. Smack, yelp, pump. "Thank you, Ma'am!" Smack, yelp, pump. "Th...thank you, Ma'am!" The pet's ass as already glowing red and lightly welted. Dr. Michaels made her next blow extra hard and aimed it upwards so the edge of the ruler would bite right into Jason's spread taint. He screamed, knees buckling a little, but of course didn't forget to give his prick a hard yank. "Th-thank you...Ma'am!" Harder, faster, over and over. Soon they both lost any proper rhythm. Michaels started to work her clit as she reigned blows onto Jason at will while the boy jerked himself freely, offering a ceaseless stream of reverent gratitude punctuated with screams. Finally, with several final pumps, Jason squirted out an impressive load against the side of the desk, panting with the pleasure of release. Dr. Michaels growled and immediately fisted the back of the boy's head, slamming his face into the sticky mess on her desk and smearing it down until he was nose-deep in the wetness staining her carpet. She ground his face in it, ripping his hair in her fingers, until at last her swirling hand ground another orgasm from her clit. Sabrina panted and sank to the floor to spoon Jason's warm, wet body and kiss his neck. "That was a good one, kiddo. Nice job." "The last desk fuck," Jason said, squeezing his girlfriend's hands over his chest. "You wish! Just because you're not a student anymore that doesn't mean you can't come visit me in my office. And you will," she added firmly. "Unless you also intend on skipping out on Thursday nights?" Almost every Thursday evening, Dr. Michaels hosted a famous salon in her apartment. It was a space for chosen students to come share their academic work and engage in intelligent, interesting conversation about all things cultural. Invitations were hotly sought after, but Jason had the special distinction of being an unofficial cohost, personally preparing most of the food and refreshments each week. "Of course not," Jason said. "But...you won't be my teacher anymore after today." Sabrina chuckled, nipped the boy's shoulder. "I'll always be your teacher, because you'll always be a silly little boy compared to me. That's what you get for being with an older woman." Sabrina stood, pulling Jason up with her. She began untangling the tape from around his head and wiping his face clean with a handkerchief. "Time to get ready, now. You're supposed to be at the auditorium in less than an hour." "And remember, you promised to take a picture with me beforehand," Jason said. "Lindsay has my camera, so we need to meet up with her at the oak." "Ugh, you and your stupid pictures!" Jason never shut up about photography. Though he had already been hired to write copy for a local magazine, photography remained his pet passion. It was endearing right up until it was grating. Sabrina was, of course, his favorite subject, even though he knew she hated having her picture taken. "You'll be glad for the memories some day, when you're senile and I'm still in the bloom of youth." Sabrina smacked the back of his head and started rifling through the clothes folded on her desk chair. Jason shook out his graduation gown and laid it over another chair as he began sorting over his own clothes. "You know," Sabrina said, "Lindsay dared me to make you walk the stage naked under that thing." "Like some cheesy old frat movie?" Sabrina nodded, and took a moment to relish the worry that slowly crept into the kid's eyes as she said nothing. If she ordered him to do it, Jason would. "Don't worry, kiddo, I wouldn't do that to you on your big day. I want everyone to see that pretty tie I picked out. These, however..." Dr. Michaels tossed the boy the little black panties she'd worn all morning. "...only you and I will know about." Jason grinned and stepped into the delicate garment. "What?" he said Michaels' frown. "Why does all my underwear look better on you than me?" Jason kissed her cheek. "Same reason you're a lot cuter in my boxers than I am." Sabrina smiled and started to get dressed. Some nice hose, her best black suit with a dark blue blouse. A necklace with a lovely little emerald pendant that Jason had bought her for her thirtieth birthday. Heels, which she despised—thank God Jason was a barefoot kind of guy when it came to their games. Taking a brush to her hair, she turned around to see how Jason was coming along. He was good to go, just settling the mortarboard on his head. So handsome! Shiny shoes and khakis, a tie peeking above the collar of his gown. Sabrina felt a quiver in her throat. She stepped forward to fuss with his hair around the cap and suddenly found her eyes brim over with tears. "Oh, kiddo!" she sobbed, taking Jason in her arms and hugging him tight, rocking side-to-side. "I'm so proud of you!" Jason stroked the back of her head. "Look at you, getting all maternal." "Shut up. This is a big day for me, too. I worked hard to get you here." "I know." He stroked Sabrina's cheek and gave her a deep, gentle kiss. "Thank you, Doctor." Sabrina held her sweet, handsome boyfriend—barely a boy anymore!—for a while longer before pulling away and wiping her eyes. "Let's get going and take your stupid picture already. And don't you dare tell Lindsay I was crying! I'm the girl's hero, you know." "You'll be my hero, too, if you help her find a new girlfriend already. Starla dumped her a month ago and she's still doing the goth thing." "I know, I know. Poor kid is in a bad place. But don't worry, I'm working on it. She just needs to be a little patient and not do anything she'll regret." *** "Oooh fuck! Fuck!" Lindsay rasped against the bedspread. "It's so deep! It's so fucking deep!" "Yeah, you like it deep, baby?" Rachel said behind her, twisting a monster of a vibrator nearly all the way out of Lindsay's asshole before plunging it back in with a wet sucking noise that Lindsay could barely hear over the toy's aggressive hum and her own scream. All the while, Rachel relentlessly pistoned two fingers in Lindsay's cunt. "You like it deep in your ass, babe?" "Uh huh!" Lindsay tugged at the handcuffs binding her to the headboard and bit her lip against another scream as the vibrator was twisted out and into her body again. She couldn't see through the blindfold tied over her eyes, but she could hear the cruel smile on Rachel's lips in her voice. "Say it!" Rachel gave Lindsay's ass a pair of vicious smacks. Lindsay whimpered. "Say it!" "I...I like it deep in my ass!" Lindsay grimaced with humiliation and hid her face against the bed. But soon she gasped, straining against the handcuffs and arching her back as Rachel slipped a third finger into her pussy and started pumping even harder. "Aah! Ah, oh fuck!" Blinded and bound, her whole world was the fingers pumping lighting into her body and the vibrator buzzing fire into her belly. Lindsay moaned and panted, barking out animal noises she didn't recognize. It was heaven, and it hurt so damn bad. She heard the mattress squeak as Rachel sat up on her knees and started pounding her fingers into Lindsay with a fury that made one of Lindsay's legs buckle under her. "Aaah! God, Rachel!" "Here we go," Rachel said, working the vibrator in Lindsay's ass deeper and faster than ever. "Here we go..." Lindsay screamed and choked on a sob. It was too much, too intense, too painful. "Rachel, please! God! I, I can't...!" "You're almost there, baby!" Lindsay's breath caught and she collapsed onto her stomach, every muscle in her body going stiff with a shockwave of pleasure. Her legs kicked and spasmed and she screamed, low and guttural, as a second wave surged through her. Her body shivered and Lindsay melted against the bed. "That was a good one, baby," Rachel said, finally slipping her fingers out of Lindsay's aching sex. Lindsay hissed as Rachel slapped her ass. The vibrator was still inside her, humming away. In the wake of her orgasm, the stimulation was too much and Lindsay squirmed in pain. "Take it out," she said. "Please. I don't like it." "Liar," Rachel said, though she at least switch the toy off. After a moment Lindsay heard a click and a saw a flash of light penetrate through the blindfold. "Hey!" Lindsay said, embarrassed and indignant. "Leave that alone!" "Pretty sweet camera. Expensive." "C'mon, Rachel!" Lindsay scooted forward enough to pull off the blindfold and rattled the handcuff. "Enough already!" "Okay, okay, calm down." Rachel unlocked the cuffs and tossed them aside. Lindsay pulled the toy out of her ass with a wince and sat up to take the camera from her and carefully set it on her purse. "It's not even mine." "I'm sorry. I wasn't about to break it or anything. Come on, why the sour mood? You texted me, remember? Be nice." Lindsay sighed and took Rachel in. Brown hair, practically cut and pulled back by a thin hairband. Tan, with the delightfully fit, toned body of a star soccer player. She was so damn sexy. Lindsay crawled over to her and settled her head against Rachel's chest, moaning with contentment as Rachel wrapped her muscular arms around her. Lindsay started to kiss her neck and shoulders as Rachel combed her blond hair with her fingers. She kissed down to Rachel's breasts, sucking on one and then other, thrilled to illicit a little groan from Rachel. She kissed down over Rachel's hard stomach, running her tongue over her ribs. But just as Lindsay's chin started to graze the fringe of Rachel's pubic hair, Rachel stopped her with a hand under the chin. "Hey, stop it. You know I don't like that." "I want to make you feel good..." Lindsay said, looking up at her. "You do. Making you feel good makes me feel good." Lindsay reluctantly stayed her lips and settled back against the Rachel, pressing her ear between her breasts and listening to her powerful heartbeat. "Um, so my friend has his graduation party tonight," Lindsay said. "But maybe we could, like, do something tomorrow? Like, lunch or something?" "Practice," Rachel said simply. "What about after?" "Gotta go to bed early for more practice the next morning. What's up? Wait, are you mad at me for missing that poetry thing you were doing last night?" "You said you'd come," Lindsay said sullenly. "Come on! You know I don't get that stuff! You got all your artsy friends for that, Alessa and all them. And I bet what's-her-name, the professor you're all in love with was there. Michaels." "Dr. Michaels. Yes, she was." "See? Sexy Dr. Michaels. Mmm, I wish she'd text me sometime. I'd tear that tight teacher ass to pieces." "Don't talk about her like that!" Lindsay shouted. Rachel pushed Lindsay away. "I'm joking!" she said, incredulous. "Christ, Lin, why are you so sensitive today? Maybe you should just go, you obviously don't want to be around me right now." "Fine," Lindsay said, scooting off the bed and plucking up her clothes from the floor of Rachel's dorm room. This was such a mistake. Rachel always made her feel like crap, and now the nice black dress she'd picked out for Jason's graduation was wrinkled and her hair was a mess. And oh, God! what if Sabrina found out somehow? Lindsay made sure the camera was safely in her purse and headed for the door. As she reached for the knob, Rachel suddenly embraced her from behind. "Hey," she whispered, "we'll do something together real soon, okay? I'll take you out for drinks. Don't be mad?" Lindsay turned around and slowly nodded at Rachel's sincere expression. "Kiss?" Lindsay pecked Rachel's lips, still too upset for anything more. Rachel pinched her ass on the way out the door. Lindsay stopped off at one of the dorm building's bathrooms to fix her hair and smudged makeup, carefully reapplying eyeliner and black lipstick to match her fingernails. It all went perfectly with the bracelet on her wrist, a series of tiny silver bats linked at the wingtips. The last gift Starla ever gave her. Jason teased her about her Queen of the Night look (as he put it), but Lindsay knew she looked hot. Too bad she didn't feel very hot after the afternoon with Rachel. She felt sore and worn out, and more than a little dirty. It wasn't fair—how come Sabrina could have dirty sex with Jason and feel fine? Why couldn't she get in on the fun without feeling tainted? She tried not to dwell on it as she strolled across campus towards the Main Building. Today was Jason's day. He had worked hard, and was even graduating a semester early! Never mind that it made her feel dumb, what with all the credits she still needed before she could finally get her art degree. At least Sabrina wasn't going anywhere. She didn't have as many classes with her as she used to, but Sabrina was a total genius and was always able to help her with any number of subjects. Lindsay smiled. She always did, just thinking about Sabrina. Her mentor, her besty, her greatest unrequited love! Jason had always been one of her best friends ever since middle school. He was the first person she ever came out to, and was still the only person in the world better than her at Mario Kart. He had become very attached from the get-go to Dr. Michaels at the start of college, and it was obvious by the end of their first year that the two of them were buddies. Good for him, Lindsay had thought, since it was also obvious that he had a huge crush on her. Dr. Michaels had terrified and awed her, but Jason convinced her to start going to Dr. Michaels' office hours for help, and Michaels turned out to be the smartest, sweetest, most helpful person in the universe. After an odd, but exciting afternoon, where she and Michaels had coffee and drove around all day talking, Lindsay and Dr. Michaels became friends themselves. That was a wild enough development before that fateful evening a couple of years ago. Lindsay had been hanging out with Jason in his little apartment, but on the way home had realized she left behind a tin of her art pencils she needed for a project. She had knocked, but didn't wait for a reply before opening the door herself—standard protocol at Jase's. She had laughed, embarrassed, and apologized upon walking in on a topless woman straddling Jason on his couch. She stopped laughing when she realized that the topless woman was Dr. Michaels. They had been screwing the whole time! Almost the whole time. Since Jason's freshman year, anyway, when he was just eighteen. Dr. Michaels eventually told her the whole story, and it was absolutely adorable. Lindsay and Dr. Michaels became even closer after that, and it wasn't long before she was comfortable simply calling her Sabrina. She was supposed to meet the couple soon to take their picture. Campus was mostly abandoned, the semester officially over. There were some crowds around the auditorium for the graduation, but that was a ways from the castle-esque Main Building. It was a cold day, mostly overcast with wispy gray clouds. Sabrina would like that. She was obsessed with chilly, gloomy weather, the stormier the better—and Jason called HER the Queen of the Night! As she entered the little plaza behind the Main Building, Lindsay was surprised to spot her friend Alessa, sitting elegantly on a bench near the trickling waterfall fountain, reading and taking little puffs from a cigarette holder. Alessa was the kind of person who could pull off a cigarette holder. She was stunningly beautiful, with flowing black hair, sharp blue eyes, and the reddest red lips. Her clothes were always stylish and always dark—half the reason Lindsay had started dressing in black herself was an attempt to attract Alessa. She was the rising star of the campus queer community, as well as of Sabrina's Thursday salons. Lindsay was madly in love with her. Everyone was. "What are you doing creeping around here on graduation day?" Lindsay asked, walking near. Campus Affairs Ch. 01 "Basking in the raw energies of academia, dear," Alessa said around her cigarette holder. Alessa was the kind of person who could pull off calling people 'dear'. "Can't you smell it? Like honeysuckle." "Right. I smell french fries from the commons and someone's cheap cigarettes." "Cheap! I never." Alessa closed her book. Emily Dickinson, of course. "Cheryl had some administrative matters to address in yonder castle, and I had some library books to return." Of course. Cheryl. The source of a hundred broken hearts, including Lindsay's own. Alessa was firmly and forever off the market because she was already as good as married to Cheryl. "You work at the library!" Lindsay said. "And yet my books are always overdue. Shameful." Alessa looked up at Lindsay, really looked, studying. "What's wrong? You're flustered." "Nothing. Just excited for Jason." "Really, Lin, what is it? Sit down." "I'm good," Lindsay said, shifting her legs a little. Alessa paused before shaking her head sadly. She took out her phone and started tapping away at the screen. "I know what's wrong. You hooked up the Rachel again. Bad! So bad! Why do you such things to yourself, Lindsay?" "I dunno!" Lindsay whined. "Just don't tell anyone." She sighed. "Except Cheryl." "Who do you think I've been texting?" Lindsay groaned. Sure enough, moments later Cheryl came bounding out of the Main Building, marched across the plaza, and rapped Lindsay on the top of her head. "Lindsay!" she chided. "Bad!" "I know, I know!" Cheryl flopped onto the bench next to her girlfriend, slinging an arm around Alessa's shoulders. Cheryl was blond, sporty, energetic, cheerful, and just a bit delicate. She aspired to be an elementary school teacher, and was impossible to dislike, even if she was keeping the century's sexiest lesbian all to herself. "You should have heard the things she said to me the one semester I was on the soccer team!" Cheryl said. "Foul, Lindsay! She is foul!" "She's not that bad, guys!" Lindsay said. "And I don't even wanna talk about it, okay? And neither do you, capisce?" "Just in time, too," Cheryl said. "Here comes Dr. Michaels and Jason." "Together," Alessa mused. "Imagine that." "What's that mean?" Lindsay snapped. "Nothing! It's cute, is all, how his tie matches her blouse." "Just a coincidence, I'm sure," Cheryl added with a smug grin. Lindsay rolled her eyes. More and more of the salon regulars were catching onto the true nature of Sabrina and Jason's relationship. They were sometimes a little too adorable together, even in public, and weren't anywhere near as secret and subtle as they thought. They were lucky that so far only a few students had noticed. And lucky for Lindsay, she could be about as affectionate as she wanted in any company. She sprang forward, squealing Sabrina's name, and threw herself into her friends arms. Sabrina hugged her back and gave the top of her head a kiss. "Hey, Lindsay," Sabrina crooned. "Love the dress." Lindsay blushed and giggled and buried her fast into Sabrina's breasts. She immediately glommed around Sabrina's arm, her very favorite place to glom. Sabrina strode up the couple on the bench near the fountain. "Hello, Cheryl. Glad to see you're finally getting your registration in order. Alessa! I'm disappointed in you!" "What? Why?" Alessa asked, suddenly not so elegant, suddenly just another underclassman desperate to please Dr. Michaels. "Really, who smokes a damn Marlboro in a cigarette holder?" Michaels plucked the glowing nub from the plastic holder and sucked down what was left in one breath before tossing aside the butt. "Ugh, disgusting!" "Doctor!" Jason scolded, smacking her shoulder. "Oh, calm down. I'm not taking up smoking again, just teaching a student a lesson. Invest an extra buck or two in the good stuff, Ms. Chambers. It's well worth it. Now, I assume I'll see you girls next Thursday? It's the last of the season." "Yes, Ma'am," Alessa and Cheryl said in unison. They were the kind of couple who could pull off saying things in unison. Sabrina began to stroll off with Jason and Lindsay in tow, calling over her shoulder, "And get a decent edition of Dickinson! Not some paperback from the fifties!" "Pretty harsh, lady," Jason said as they neared the far end of the Main Building. "I thought she was your prodige." "Oh, she knows I'm teasing!" Sabrina said. "Mostly. The only way Alessa Chambers could be more brilliant is if she were a little more humble. Besides, you know that Lindsay is my real prodige." Lindsay mewed and hugged Sabrina's arm tight. "Gee, thanks," Jason said, exchanging one of his cutesy, flirty looks with Sabrina that the sweet little fools thought no one noticed. "You got my camera, Gregs?" "Yes! Yes, I have your precious damn camera! I'll get plenty of pretty shots of pretty Jason walking across the stage in his pretty, pretty gown!" "He's so handsome!" Sabrina gushed, stealing an affectionate stroke down Jason's chest before fussing with his hair for a bit. "Let's just take this picture and get over to the auditorium already," Lindsay said. They had come to the giant old oak tree near the center of campus, ringed with gravel and benches like a tiny park in the center of crisscrossing sidewalks. It was Sabrina's favorite spot on campus. "Okay, here, on the far side. Make it cute! Remember, the whole point is that this is, like, your one chance to take a graduation picture as a couple, guys! So, cute! Cute!" As Sabrina and Jason bickered over poses, Lindsay took the big, expensive camera from her purse and turned it on. The image that suddenly blinked onto the little digital screen made her gasp and recoil. It was her. The very worst version of her Lindsay had ever seen. Naked, blind, and bound. Defeated and prostrate. Butt raised and bright pink, a monster of a toy jammed in her ass, her vagina an angry red and slightly gaping. Black lipstick smudged down from her mouth. Her face, sated but miserable. Lindsay quickly deleted the picture from her friend's camera. Sabrina and Michaels had found the image of themselves they wished to be remembered. Jason, in his graduating splendor, with Sabrina hugging him from behind. As Lindsay raised the camera, Sabrina held her boyfriend tighter and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek. Click, flash. Campus Affairs Ch. 02 Sabrina sat with Lindsay during the graduation ceremony, only barely holding it together as Jason crossed the stage and Lindsay flashed off pictures with the camera. So handsome! But the harder part of the day was still to come. Between both Jason and Lindsay insisting, Sabrina had agreed to meet Jason's parents after the ceremony. "I don't see why it's necessary," Sabrina said as she wove through the throng of people outside the auditorium. "He's had dozens of teachers. Why would he go out of the way to introduce me?" "Mm, because you're the only one who's been fucking him for the past three years?" Lindsay said. "The point is they're gonna find out someday soon, and it's better that you don't just, like, pop out of nowhere. They need to already know you're a normal, nice person. And sexy. Yeah, I definitely think seeing how sexy you are will explain a lot down the line." "Ugh, fine!" They found Jason in a little circle of family under a tree a little ways off. Sabrina's heart pounded as they approached. The kiddo saw her coming and smiled encouragingly. Lindsay broke away and gave Jason a tight, rough hug. "Congrats, Jase!" she said. "You looked good up there, dude!" "He's so handsome!" said a woman who Sabrina immediately knew was Jason's mother, and her blood froze in her veins. She was a lovely woman, mostly because she looked exactly like a middle-aged female Jason. "Hey Lindsay, good to you see you. Are you coming to the party this evening?" "Of course!" "Mom," Jason said, then to a friendly-looking man with a beard and glasses, "Dad, this is Dr. Michaels. "Oh, great," said the bearded man, holding out his hand. "Jason talks about you all the time. You're his favorite." "Yes, hello," Sabrina said, straining to smile, certain it must be coming across as ghoulish. She took the man's hand. "Sabrina Michaels." "You do those parties every week with students, right?" said Jason's mother, holding out her hand. How did Sabrina know that the mother was going to be the scary one? "Um, yes," Sabrina said. She took the woman's hand and forced herself to look her in the eye, thinking, I've fucked your son a hundred million times. "They're not parties, Mom," Jason said. "We eat and talk about books and music." "It's the best," Lindsay said, wrapping around Sabrina's arm once more. "Sabrina is the best." "She really did a lot for me the whole time I was in school," Jason said. Lindsay sniggered and Sabrina glared at her. "She was there for me every step of the way. I probably wouldn't have graduated at all without her." "Well, then, why don't you come to the celebration tonight?" Mr. McGinnis said. "At least drop by for a little bit," Mrs. McGinnis said. Jason smiled at her, hopeful and imploring. But Sabrina couldn't take her eyes off his mother. My idea of a relaxing night at home is sitting on your son's face and whacking his balls with a switch... "I'm sorry," she said. "I have a full plate tonight." *** The last salon the semester was always more raucous than usual. Dr. Michaels invited more than the usual quota of students and was lax about policing how much the age-appropriate students chose to imbibe. They started piling in early in the evening, bundled against a recent coldfront, sitting on an assortment of couches and chairs stuffed into Michaels' dim living room. Latecomers had to settle for a patch of floor or, as the evening wore on and the empty wine bottles piled up, the lap of a fellow student. As always, Jason was already busy in the kitchen before anyone else arrived. Tonight's offerings were marinated mozzarella cubes, spicy eggplant chili, fried polenta, and—in honor of the holidays—gingerbread cupcakes. The evening began as it always did, with a handful of the freshmen reading aloud pieces they had been working on. A Spencerian sonnet about Jimi Hendrix, an essay about the author getting lost at the state fair and meeting a hobo, an atrocious but memorable short story about a family in the rural south eating dinner and discussing, in dialect, whether or not to reshod a dying horse. None of the characters had proper names ("To evoke, like, a timeless fairytale quality!"), and in the end it turned out they were all cannibals. Adorable! Pathetic and adorable. Dr. Michaels put the freshmen first to make them feel welcome and give them an in with their older peers. Yet she also wanted those older peers to remember that they, too, once had more imagination than talent not so long ago. She strove to foster in everyone a spirit of support and collaboration rather than criticism and mockery. Anyone who did like to tease others for their efforts, especially the freshmen, tended to get banned from the salon, no matter how promising they were otherwise. What could she say? Michaels had a soft spot for first-years. It hadn't been all that long since she had fallen madly in love with a freshman kiddo. Yet the freshmen soon got drowned out by the more senior kids' usual rants and debates—the meat of Thursday nights. Caleb arguing theater with Azalea, Rose giving her latest film recommendations, Jennifer and her Hemingway, Alessa and Cheryl alternating bickering with flirting as they discussed music, Jason showing off the work of some turn of the century photographer and boring even Dr. Michaels to tears. All the while the various other attendees did their best to chime in with their own opinions and quips while Dr. Michaels moderated and steered the whole conversation, resplendent in her giant leather chair near the kitchen where she could shout at Jason as needed. The evening took a momentary dark turn when Lindsay volunteered to recite one of her recent poems. She usually sat squished into the leather chair next to Michaels, glommed around her arm, but stood up to declare, "What use is death when the cut cuts down into the soul? Even dead, to weep is your role." It only got worse from there. Damn Starla! How dare she do this to Sabrina's sweet, trusting little Lindsay? That selfish, evil, old hippie! Goddamn Starla! The girl deserved better. Would have better. At least she wasn't tangled up with that horrible Rachel girl anymore. Just as everyone was getting too drunk, too exited, or both, Dr. Michaels clapped her hands and called an end to another successful evening. Jason had left an hour ago, pretending to have a queasy stomach while he was actually patiently sitting around his apartment, probably taking a few hits off a pipe while waiting for Michaels to call him back up for some alone time. All to maintain the illusion that he didn't spend almost every night in Sabrina's bed. The multitude started filing out of Dr. Michaels' apartment, the bolder and drunker of them giving her sloppy hugs and affectionate declarations. As usual, Lindsay volunteered to stay late and help clean up. Soon only she and Sabrina were left behind among the clutter of chairs, couches, and empty bottles. "That was a good one," Lindsay said. "I think Blake has to go," Sabrina said. "We all snickered a little at that cannibal reveal, but he was way too harsh." "He's also, like, a total perv. The other day he said I was hot for a girl with no tits. Not his exact words, but still..." "Gone!" They soon finished doing as much tidying as necessary. Jason would finish up later, the lil' neatfreak. Sabrina settled onto one of the couches and opened her arms for Lindsay to cuddle up inside. The girl did, eagerly, burying her face against Sabrina's neck. It was certainly more intimate than Sabrina had ever been with past girlfriends, but Lindsay was different. They were best friends, yes, but Lindsay was also a cute little girl who desperately looked up to her. Like a niece...maybe even a daughter, Sabrina had to admit. Not that she thought about having children. No, not ever. Not ever ever... "Are we gonna finally do something this weekend?" Lindsay asked. "Something fun, just the three of us? Not just video games. It's been forever, and soon you're all gonna leave me for Christmas, then you and Jase will go away on one of your little beach trips. Your special Lindsay-can't-come trips." "Poor Lin," Sabrina cooed. "Are you feeling neglected? Does everyone hate you?" "They do!" "Then we'll just have to throw you a pity party this weekend. In the woods, with wine and roast chicken and cake. A pity picnic." Lindsay sighed. "That was a horrible poem, wasn't it?" she said. "No, shut up, I know it was. I really have gone full goth, huh?" "Yes, but there's nothing wrong with that, sweetie," Sabrina soothed. "You're allowed. I spent a semester of high school wearing neckties everyday after my boyfriend madeout with his math tutor." "You did? Oh my gawd, what a dork...!" Sabrina laughed and flicked Lindsay's ear. "You're just going through a rough patch. Senior year is always the worst, but then it's over and get you get to be a normal adult...which isn't so great, but there's a lot less homework." "Mmm," Lindsay said, nuzzling close. "And what about you, Sabrina?" "What about me?" Lindsay sat up and leveled narrowed eyes at Sabrina. "Are you ready for Jason to be a normal adult? 'Cause ask me, I think you're freaking out a little." Sabrina closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Damn Lindsay and her insight! "He's not allowed to be an adult, he's my little boy! And besides...they already don't like me." "That's not true! You did fine!" Lindsay put on her stern face and poked Sabrina in the chest. "Though it would've been a lot better if you had come by the party that night. He'll never say so, but Jason is mad at you about that. I am too." "I know! I was being a coward. I've spent a lot of time getting ready for the kind of judgment that's coming my way, and mostly I don't care what anyone thinks. Mostly..." "Well, get used to it. Jason is an adult now, even he's only 21. You're out of excuses and almost out of time. You had to keep everything a secret before, but now you're just lying." "Oh, shut up!" Sabrina said with a smile. "I'm the adult here! Stop lecturing me! In fact, get out of here! I'm going to spend the night with someone who appreciates me!" Lindsay laughed and slid off Sabrina, nearly smashing her toes with her big, strappy goth boots. "What's it gonna be tonight? Officer Michaels? Dr. Michaels, MD? Empress Axian? Oh, oh, do Empress Axian! My little side project needs new material..." "None of your business!" Sabrina said, walking Lindsay to the door. "And no more sex comics about me!" "But they're so tasteful!" Sabrina fussed with the girl's hair and stroked her cheek. "Are you okay to drive, Lin?" She seemed okay, if a little pink in the face. Drunk Lindsay was horny Lindsay, and she hadn't tried to make out with Sabrina at all tonight, or even been more handsy than normal. "Oh, I'm fine. I know the drill—if I get behind the wheel and don't feel okay I'll come back and sleep at Jason's." "That's right. Good girl. Don't be so down on yourself, you're a fine poet. We'll have some fun this weekend, sweetie, I promise." They hugged and kissed and Sabrina sent the girl on her way. Despite Lindsay's hopes, Sabrina was in the mood for something simple tonight. Classic, like from the early days of her relationship with Jason. So she got cleaned up, changed into her trusty lavender silk robe, spritzed herself with Rose Lemon perfume, and—rather than text Jason like a sane person as she normally did—stood in the middle of the living room and pounded her bare heel on the floor three times. Jason's little economy apartment was directly below her own larger unit. It was an extreme convenience, and the whole reason they had met in the first place, before Jason was even her student. The pounding was the old signal Sabrina had used to summon him, and using it now indicated the kind of protocol she expected. A knock came at her door twenty-six seconds later and Dr. Michaels waited a few more before opening. Jason, her pretty pet boy, winked to indicate he hadn't been seen before slipping inside and quickly stripping naked. Pets weren't allowed clothes. Jason fell to his knees and kneeled, kissing the tops of Michaels' toes. "Hello, Ma'am. Thank you for calling on me to serve you." Michaels proffered both of her hands, and Jason took each in his own and kissed her two palms in turn. Immediately after each kiss, Michaels slapped Jason across the face. Ah, that never stopped feeling good! Dr. Michaels took a clump of Jason's long, shaggy hair in her fist and dragged him on hands and knees over to one of the couches. She flopped down, letting her robe open a bit to expose her chest, and lifted one of her legs. "Do my feet, boy!" "Yes, Ma'am." Jason set to work rubbing her ankles and marching his thumbs up and down her arches. Sabrina moaned, and scraped at his chest with the nails of the opposite foot. Soon rubbing was joined by the kissing of heels, the sucking of toes. And when her feet felt adequately relaxed, Michaels parted her robe around the waist and yanked the boy up by the back of the head to eat her, groaning at the first touch of his tongue against her wet sex. He was so good, such a natural a talent, such an innate thirst for pussy. Dr. Michaels yanked at Jason's hair and slapped him to spur him along. Soon Michaels pushed her pet onto his back on the floor and slid off the couch to straddle his face and force his tongue even harder against her crotch. His face was red with slaps and slicked with sweat and her own wetness. Dr. Michaels growled and pulled Jason's head deep into her, crushing him between her thighs as she shook and shuttered and came hard against his mouth. When the spasms in her muscles subsided, Dr. Michaels released Jason's face and sat back on his chest. "What do you say, fucktoy?" she said, lightly backhanding his sticky cheek. "Thank you, Ma'am!" the boy panted. "You like it? How do I taste?" "Delicious, Ma'am. Please, give me more!" Michaels laughed and stood up. "You haven't earned it, you pitiful little shit. Up!" She tapped Jason under the chin with her foot. "Up!" The kid obeyed, keeping his eyes downcast and his hands clasped behind his back. Michaels took a chair from the corner, a sturdy wooden thing, and plunked it in the middle of the living room. She snapped and pointed at it, and Jason sat as Michaels fetched some things from where she had stashed them on atop a coffee table. She tied Jason's hands behind his back with several loops of twine from a spool, then bound each ankle to the legs of the chair. "That should do..." Michaels said, regarding the naked young boy bound in her living room. Everything about him was divinely pathetic, especially the hard, chubby cock standing up at attention and dribbling lube in its want. "Lovely. Except...well, you could use a little accessorizing, kiddo." Michaels shook a little plastic bag full of black binder clips in front of her pet's face before dropping it into his lap. She then started loosening the silk sash of her robe. "This will be the only good look you get, so savor it." Dr. Michaels' robe fell open, exposing her full body for only a moment before Michaels covered Jason's eyes with the sash, knotting it behind his head. Yet just the glimpse was enough to make the pet's prick throb a slap against his stomach. "Now, where was I?" Michaels said, picking up the bag of clips. She plucked out two of the smaller ones, the kind of vicious little things that Jason had used to hold his longer projects together over the years. She pinched one open and rubbed its plastic edge all over one of Jason's hard little nipples before letting it go to clamp shut over the pink flesh with a squishy snap. The pet yelped and writhed, biting his lip. Before he had stopped whimpering, Michaels took the second clip and snapped it onto his other nipple. Jason yelled and strained against his bindings. Michaels smiled, wide and cruel, massaging her exposed pussy. "No, no, that will never do," she said. "Silly me, I got them backwards!" Without warning, Michaels grabbed both clips at once and ripped them off the boy's nipples. Jason screamed and nearly toppled the chair. He bent his head and panted, a line of drool dribbling down over his lap. Michaels pumped herself and nearly came. With slow, meticulous brutality, Michaels reattached the clips—clamp, shriek, clamp, shriek. Michaels' cheeks grew hotter with every little scream and shutter from her pet. Michaels sidled closer and took Jason's cock, stroking it a few times. She gripped the shaft hard and rubbed the tip up and down the edges of her slick slit. "Wait a sec," she said, backing away. Jason groaned in with disappointment and desperation. "There's leftovers here. Big ones." Michaels' pinched the boy's cheeks hard. "Open! Tongue out!" The pet obeyed, and Dr. Michaels took his tongue between her fingertips, tugging it out far and snapping a hefty binder clip as near the base as she could. As the boy gurgled, Michaels sank to her knees and pulled on Jason's scrotum. Quickly, without warning, she snapped a final clip over the boy's balls, eliciting tears that stained her sash over Jason's eyes in addition to a scream that finally inspired a small orgasm from Dr. Michaels. "There," Michaels said, clawing at her own breast and shucking her robe entirely. "Now you're pretty." Dr. Michaels turned around, grabbed Jason's prick, and guided it into her as she sat on him. She shivered and sighed with satisfaction and began a rolling grind of her hips. Jason moaned, the noise raspy from the clip on his tongue. Michaels reached back to pull on Jason's hair as she began to bounce harder, her other hand groping her heaving breasts. Jason stabbed so deep into her in this position and Michaels began yelping with every slam of her ass onto the kid's lap. Jason groaned and gurgled, tugging at the twine, desperate but unable to touch her. Michaels felt the hot, eager energies mounting in her pussy and yanked Jason's head against her shoulder. "Come for me, kiddo!" she gasped. "Do it now!" Jason bucked his own hips and in a few seconds yelled and shuddered against Michaels' back. The sensations set Michaels over the edge herself, and she ground down hard against Jason's lap as her body was rocked with climax. Once she had caught her breath, Dr. Michaels stood up on slightly shaky legs and slipped her robe back over her shoulders. "Nicely done," she said, patting the pet's head. "Now let me help you with those." Michaels took the clips on the boy's nipples in her fingers, settled her foot on the seat between his legs, and kicked the chair over backwards. The clips yanked off of Jason's nipples and stayed in Michaels hands as the boy slammed on his back with an agonized wail. Dr. Michaels laughed. "Well, don't you look cozy down there! You should be very comfortable until morning. Good night, Jason." Michaels switched off the lights in the living room and headed for the bedroom. She would only leave him for five minutes or so while she cleaned herself up a bit in the bathroom, but that would be long enough for him to worry that she was serious. It was fun to give the kid a good scare every now and then. Indeed, Jason audibly sighed with relief when Michaels padded back in and knelt to untie the sash from his eyes. "Hope you didn't bite your tongue, kiddo," Sabrina said as pinched open the big clip. "You're lucky I didn't bite it off!" Jason said once his tongue was moistened. But he smiled and leaned up to peck her chin. Sabrina took the clip from his balls as well before hauling the chair back upright and setting about snipping Jason free with a pair of scissors. She gave each of his abused nipples a peck, then kissed the boy deep for a long while. Campus Affairs Ch. 02 "How was Lindsay tonight?" Jason asked as they got ready for bed. "Mopey, but not too bad," Sabrina said around her toothbrush. "We're having a picnic with her this weekend, by the way." She rinsed her mouth and sat with Jason on the bed, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder. "She says your mad at me. I'm sorry, kiddo, I should have gone to that party. Your mom scared me, is all..." "It's okay, Sabrina, I get it. You think I look forward to meeting your dad?" "Oh, he is going to hate you!" Jason chuckled grimly. "But it's best if they all have some idea of what's what before we spring it on them. I mean, it's going to be jarring enough when I move in with you only, like, a month after coming out about us." Sabrina's eyes opened wide, and she was quiet for a bit. "Right. When you...move in with me." *** Lindsay wandered through the hall and down the stairs from Sabrina's third-floor apartment. Halfway down the second flight she almost lost her balance and realized just how drunk she actually was. Why? She'd made sure to have only two glasses of wine. Well, two glasses of red and another of white, but everyone knew white wine didn't get you drunk. But of course there were also all those sips she had taken off of Sabrina's beers. How many? A dozen, probably, Lindsay realized as she staggered to the ground floor. She needed to sober up. Caffeine. That was the ticket. Some cola, yes, since this apartment building didn't have a coffeeshop, and why the hell not? It did have a vending machine, though, in that weird little laundry room no one ever used. Lindsay started fumbling in her bag for her wallet and a dollar bill as she slunk through the dim halls. After what felt like an hour, and was probably less than five minutes, she found the laundry room, but stopped in the shadows outside the door with a crisp dollar in her hand. There were people in there, two of them. People she knew. Cheryl, pressed against the wall between a dryer and the vending machine. Alessa, on her knees in front of Cheryl. Cheryl, panting and red faced, grabbing Alessa's head. Lindsay froze. She was embarrassed, but too drunk to stop herself from watching. Cheryl moaned Alessa's name as her girlfriend lapped at her with soft, wet little noises. Alessa tugged down Cheryl's open jeans a bit and reached around to cup her ass while her other hand slipped a finger inside Cheryl's pussy. Cheryl gasped, tossing her head back and squeezing a fistful of Alessa's dark hair. Lindsay stared, transfixed by the sight of Alessa's beautiful face writhing thirstily in Cheryl's pubic hair. Her cheeks grew even hotter than they already were from the alcohol and a familiar, urgent tingle shot out from between her legs throughout her body. Lindsay found herself groping at her lap, and finally the spell was broken. This was bad. These were her friends, and here she was perving on them in the shadows. The night wasn't about to become some porno where Lindsay walks in with her dollar and looks at the vending machine, saying something about getting her hands on some cans. Then Cheryl smirks and takes off her sweatshirt, inviting Lindsay to caress those perky little breasts of hers while Alessa crawls over and lifts Lindsay's skirt, kissing those red lips up her thighs and tugging down her panties with her teeth... Lindsay shook her head hard and scurried away back down the hall as quickly and quietly as she could. "Pathetic," she said to herself as she walked across the parking lot. Was she really that lonely? Or just that drunk? Definitely too drunk to drive, she decided by the time she found her car. She didn't have very far to go, but that's exactly what all drunks said to themselves three minutes before swerving into a streetlamp. If that didn't kill her, Sabrina certainly would. She had better go back up and get the key to Jason's place, but she really didn't want to interrupt Sabrina and him. So many couples having fun tonight, and none of them wanted her around. Lindsay scrambled up to sit on the hood of her car and let the cold night sober her a bit. Maybe Rachel was up. Maybe she could come pick up Lindsay, give her a ride and a little company...She took out her phone, and sure enough there were a pair of texts from Rachel waiting for her. The first was from several hours ago: "Buy you a drink, baby?" The second was an hour after that, and its sarcasm made Lindsay sigh: "Ok then." As Lindsay sat on her hood feeling sorry for herself, an expensive-looking silver car pulled into the apartment parking lot. Out stepped a woman, a beautiful woman, with short, ashy hair, a long coat, a man's white dress shirt, and cowboy boots. As Lindsay ogled, the woman spotted her and walked across the lot right to her. "Excuse me," she said, "do you know where 317 is? Love the boots." "You, too," Lindsay said, trying not to stammer. "Um, I mean, I like your boots, too. 317 is my friend's place, but everyone left for the night. Are you looking for someone?" "A couple of friends of mine. I'm supposed to give them a ride, but I'm running late, and now neither of them are answering the phone." Lindsay slowly grinned. "It isn't Alessa and Cheryl, is it?" "Yeah!" After a beat the woman grinned herself and shook her head. "They're off somewhere fucking, aren't they? I swear. I guess it's my own fault for being late. Leave those two alone for five minutes and they start tonguing each other." Lindsay laughed. "Oh, c'mon, it's cute. I'm barely jealous to death at all." The woman in the cowboy boots smiled at her and Lindsay smiled back, her eyes sliding over the woman's body. Her dress shirt was half unbuttoned, a vast expanse of chest and milky cleavage on display. The curving edges and center strap of her blue bra were clearly visible. Lindsay realized she was swaying a little bit and forced herself to stop. "Something tells me," said the woman, "that Alessa and Cheryl aren't the only ones who need a ride tonight." "No, no. I just...thought I'd try driving my car from the outside for a change." "Come on, I'm not leaving a pretty drunk girl alone in a dark parking lot. If those two are going at it we probably have half an hour, anyway." The woman held out her hands and helped Lindsay down off the car. "I'm Lynn." "I'm Lindsay...but my friends call me Lin." Lindsay laughed far too hard at this, but thankfully Lynn laughed a little, too. She took Lindsay's arm and led her over to the fancy silver car. The inside was pristine and smelled of leather and smoke. Lindsay buckled in and told Lynn's chest where she lived. "Do you go to our school?" Lindsay asked once they got going. "You look familiar." "Used to," Lynn said. "I graduated a while back. I'm in the middle of law school now. But you may have seen me at a party or hanging around campus. I just can't seem to keep away." Lynn looked at sideways at Lindsay for a moment. "Too many cute girls." Lindsay giggled behind a coy hand. "Way too many." "Cheryl and 'Less are crazy about this Thursday night thing you guys do with that professor." "Dr. Michaels. Sabrina." "Yeah, yeah, I had her for a grant writing class my senior year. I liked her." Lynn hesitated a moment. "Is it true, what the girls say about her? That rumor?" "Oh, it's absolutely true," Lindsay said, bobbing her head up and down. "Sabrina spent a whole semester of high school wearing neckties." Lynn laughed. "In any case, I love what's she's doing with this salon thing. It's heaven for someone like 'Less. She's been doing a lot better since she started getting invited." Lindsay furrowed her brow. "'Better'?" "Alessa has certain...moods I don't like to see her in." It didn't sound like Lindsay should press further about that. "What are you studying? Another writing nerd like her?" "No, I'm a terrible writer. I'm an art girl. So, y'know, even worse job prospects." "That's great! Not the job prospects—that's terrible—but I love people who are passionate about creative things. That was never really me, and now I'm surrounded by law school douchebags and ice queens. What do you want to do with yourself when you graduate?" "It's embarrassing, but..." but I'm drunk and you're hot, so what the hell? "I want to be a character designer. For, like, video games and movies? Just draw people in crazy costumes and monsters all day. Or at least a storyboard artist, one of the people who make those little comics for movies." "I love it!" "And it's not so crazy! My dad knows entertainment people through work and, like, can show them my portfolio and everything. I can do it." "I'm positive you can." Lynn smiled sweetly at her. "Aaaand here we are. Right?" Lindsay nodded and sighed at the sight of her own apartment building. "Right. Well, thanks for the ride." Lindsay looked at Lynn, at the ashy hair, the hooded, confident eyes, the huge swell of her breasts spilling from her open shirt. "Really, thank you. Do you...wanna come inside?" Lynn put a hand on her shoulder. "I still have to go back for 'Less and Cheryl, remember?" "Right. Well, still, thank you. You're a good samaritan." Lindsay leaned over to give Lynn's cheek a peck. Yet one peck became two, three, fluttering over Lynn's face until she found her lips. Soft lips that eagerly met her as a gentle hand slipped around Lindsay's waist. Lynn's tongue, hot and wet, slid into her mouth, bringing the taste of smoke and something sweet. Lindsay caressed it with her own wine-stained tongue and raked her fingers through Lynn's hair. Their mouths parted for a moment with a smack before coming together again with even more passion. Lindsay settled her hand on the warm skin of Lynn's chest, feeling her heartbeat against her palm. Lynn took the hand and moved it down over one of her impressive breasts. Lindsay snaked her fingers beneath Lynn's bra, filling her hand with the hot flesh beneath. Lynn's nipple was hard and Lindsay wedged it between two of her fingers as she squeezed the tit, Lynn moaning into her mouth. Lynn's hand clawed at Lindsay's thigh, and Lindsay twisted her hips so Lynn's fingers could sink into her ass. All the while their mouths kept busy with a wet, smacking dance. For just a moment, a flash, Lindsay opened her eyes and saw an image of herself reflected in the car window. Disheveled, red faced, wasted. With a woman she met ten minutes ago, their tongues in eachother's mouths, her hand down her shirt. Screwing around with Rachel, nearly jacking off at her friends' private moment, and now jumping into cars and making out with strangers. Lindsay pulled away from Lynn and hid her face behind her hands. "Bad!" she said. "Ugh, god, I'm such a slut! I don't even know you!" Lynn sighed, popping her boob back into the bra and adjusting her shirt. "No, hon," she said. "You're drunk. I'm the one who's bad." "No. You're nice. You helped me." Lynn shook her head a couple of times and turned away to stare out the window for a long moment. Her hands came up and fastened a few buttons on her shirt. "Do me a big favor," she said, facing Lindsay and putting her hand on her shoulder again. "Go drink a couple of big glasses of water and sleep in awhile tomorrow, okay?" Lindsay nodded and gathered her bag from the floor of the fancy car. She opened the door and clambered out into the cold night, thanking Lynn again. "Um...," she said. "Please don't tell Alessa and Cheryl about this. Please? Promise?" "Promise." Lynn smiled at her, and Lindsay smiled back, the smiles much smaller than before. Lindsay went inside her apartment and did exactly as the beautiful woman in cowboy boots had asked. She still woke up the next morning feeling like crap.