Oscar Meyers
Part 2: Academia
By 
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 3

The blood was pounding in his ears as he struggled to regain 
consciousness. He could hear Betsy say, "I think they're coming 
around."

He tried to remember what had happened. Ling had picked a pole 
as her weapon and they were evenly matched. Once the round had 
begun, the poles had moved fast as lightening, reaching out to 
invade the space of the opponent. For three minutes, it was swing, 
thrust, counter-thrust, sweep, block, and parry. The sharp clicks as 
stick met stick sounded like a Geiger counter in the middle of a 
nuclear reactor. He had thrust the pole forward and that was the 
last thing he remembered. She was good, because he never saw her 
blow coming.

He asked, "How did she hit me?"

From a few feet away, he heard Ling ask, "How did he hit me?"

He opened his eyes and saw Betsy bouncing around in front of 
him. She was smiling, her eyes flicking from him to Ling lying in a 
bed next to his. She said, "That was so cool. Wow. Your poles 
broke and the end of your own pole hit you in the head!"

Ed said, "The match was declared a draw. I don't suggest a 
rematch."

Betsy bounced around to the other side of the bed. Once there, she 
said, "I'm glad you're not a pervert. Momma Ling said that I could 
hurt you, but I think that would have been pretty tough."

He couldn't believe how easily the young girl talked about hurting 
someone. There was no doubt in his mind that she was telling the 
truth. Her mother had told her that she could hurt him if he was a 
pervert. Despite the constant movement of her body, it didn't look 
like it was tiring her in any fashion. She'd have worn him down 
and taken him when he didn't have the energy to respond. He 
replied, "I'm glad I'm not a pervert, too. I think you could have 
seriously hurt me."

Shaking his head, Ed looked over at his daughter and asked, "What 
did I say about hurting people?"

"Well, if he was a pervert it would have been okay to hurt him. 
Aren't we supposed to protect the weak from the strong?"

"Your mother, you, and I need to have a long talk," answered Ed. 
There were times when he wondered if Ling had too much 
influence over Betsy.

It was tiring Oscar to watch as she bounced around. He looked 
over the edge of the bed and saw that she had some sort of ring 
around her ankle with a ball attached to it by a short rope. The ball 
was swinging around in a wide circle and she was jumping over 
the rope that ran between the ring and ball with her other foot. At 
least that explained her bouncing. Frowning, he asked, "Where do 
you get all of that energy?"

"Momma Ling said that I saved it all up while she was pregnant 
with me and have been letting it loose ever since then," answered 
Betsy with a smile. Her jumping seemed to double in speed.

Oscar glanced down and noticed that she had now had another ring 
around her other ankle so that she was jumping two balls. 
Frowning, he said, "I didn't think that was possible."

Shaking his head, Ed said, "We consider this standing still for her."

"Oh," replied Oscar.

The Grand Druid entered the room and said, "I wouldn't call that 
demonstration back there keeping a low profile. The semester is 
less than a day old and half of the students are wondering if you 
are a Druid."

"Sorry. I didn't realize that she was going to declare that I had 
challenged her. I'll admit that the idea of not fighting her never 
entered my mind," replied Oscar.

The truth of his words was obvious. Ling had created the situation 
and Oscar had gone along with it quite willingly. Ed said, "The 
damage has been done."

The Grand Druid asked, "Ed, would you mind leaving the room? 
We have to practice lying now and I'd hate to hurt your ears."

As Ed left the room, he called back, "Oh the tragedy of modern 
times. Imagine that, the head of a religion plotting about how to 
lie. This ought to be rich."

The Grand Druid laughed as Ed left the room. Oscar sat up and 
looked around for a second before he said, "I suggest that we tell 
everyone that Ling and I are from competing dojos. It is close 
enough to the truth."

Betsy said, "Does that mean I can train with you some time?"

After studying her daughter for a minute, Ling said, "He said 
competing dojos. That's not allowed."

"Why?" asked Betsy stamping her foot in frustration.

"Because I'm a lousy teacher," answered Oscar. "I've never trained 
and wouldn't know where to begin training someone else. We each 
earn our skill in different ways. Ling has earned hers the hard way, 
through hard work. I earned mine the difficult way, through service 
to the God. You have to earn yours in the same way as Ling."

The answer satisfied Betsy, as she understood about service to the 
Gods and Goddesses. It pleased Ling since she didn't have to argue 
with her daughter. Sometimes her daughter was just as stubborn as 
she was. Oliver actually thought the story of competing dojos was 
convenient. As far as he was concerned, Oscar could talk about his 
military service without exposing the fact that he was a Druid. 
Clapping his hands, he said, "I'm glad that is settled. I assume that 
everyone has places to go."

Oscar stood and looked in a mirror. There was a large round red 
spot in the middle of his forehead. Ling had a matching spot on her 
forehead. He turned to her, pointed to his forehead, and said, "First 
time anyone hit me in a fight. You're good."

"I can now say that I've fought my equal," answered Ling with a 
smile as she pointed to her spot. She added, "Took a God to create 
it though."

Oscar laughed as he started to leave the infirmary. He hadn't taken 
three steps before Oliver asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Your clothes. You're not supposed to be wearing any," reminded 
the Grand Druid. 

After shedding his Gi, Oscar left the infirmary to head to the next 
meeting on his itinerary. Checking the time, he groaned as he 
realized that he had missed one of his study group meetings. It was 
already lunchtime and he was supposed to meet his roommates for 
a quick meal before they retired to their room for a little relaxation.

Entering the dining room, Oscar was met with applause from his 
fellow classmates. Looking around, he asked, "What?"

People shook their heads at his answer and returned to their meals. 
Oscar spotted his group in the corner table with relief. It was the 
same group of people as had been at dinner. He walked over to the 
table and took his seat. Smiling, he said, "Sorry about being late. 
My alarm clock didn't manage to penetrate my unconscious state."

Lisa said, "That was amazing. I couldn't even see what you were 
doing, it was so fast."

Sharon, looking over at Mark with a large grin, said, "Yeah. You 
moved almost as fast as Mark's tongue."

Laughing at the strange nature of the compliment, Oscar said, "I'm 
proud to be compared to something that my roommates find so 
satisfying."

Mark blushed at the comments about his abilities at oral sex. He 
said, "No wonder you are so confident. Anyone that can fight that 
well never has to worry about what people think of them."

The comment struck Oscar as wrong somehow. As he puzzled over 
it, Abby was trying to learn more about Mark's oral gifts. Lisa was 
a little more direct in signaling her desire to experience his tongue 
as her hand moved under the table seeking out his source of 
pleasure. Mark found the attention flattering, particularly when 
Lisa claimed ownership of his cock. Oscar interrupted the 
discussion when he said, "I've been thinking about what you said 
about not having to worry about what people think of me. That's 
wrong. Such an attitude would give me permission to do great 
harm."

Greg, sitting across the table from Oscar, said, "You're a lot deeper 
than you appear." 

Cole commented, "I think it would make it more difficult to laugh 
at yourself."

Smiling as he thought about his past. Oscar had hated laughing at 
himself before his service to the God. He was a nerd and a klutz, a 
combination that made him a walking disaster area. Going through 
life being called hot dog or bologna had hurt. Oscar replied, "I 
don't know. My ability to laugh at myself arose about the same 
time that my skill in the martial arts grew. There is a lot to be said 
about knowing that you can do something that others can't."

The waitress came over to the table and asked, "What do you want 
to eat?"

"The usual," answered Oscar flippantly, realizing that he hadn't 
even looked at the menu.

The waitress looked at Oscar without a clue as to what his usual 
lunch might be. She asked, "What's that?"

"I don't know, but I bet we'll both know it by the end of the year."

The waitress laughed at his joke and asked, "Seriously, what do 
you want?"

While reaching for the menu to see what they had, he quipped, "I'd 
really like a T-bone steak cooked medium rare with a baked potato 
on the side."

"Okay," answered the waitress as she wrote down the order. She 
asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Surprised that she didn't think he was joking, he answered, "Iced 
tea."

The waitress asked, "Anything else?"

"Ah, no," answered Oscar as he opened the menu and started 
examining it. The waitress left to put in his order while he was still 
flipping though the pages of the menu looking at all of the meals 
that he could order. He was surprised to see that his order was on 
the menu. Looking up at his companions, he said, "I didn't even 
know that was on the menu."

Mark burst out laughing. He said, "It took me ten minutes to order 
my meal. I hadn't even gotten past the third page when I decided 
that I had better say something."

Sharon said, "I can't get used to looking at a menu that doesn't have 
any prices. I've always used the price to pick what I was going to 
eat."

Wondering if Sharon was a gold digger, Lisa asked, "The highest 
price?"

"I wish," answered Sharon realizing that without clothes to 
proclaim wealth or poverty, it was hard to tell the economic 
background of a person. She sighed as she said, "My family is dirt 
poor. There was no way that my parents could pay for college. 
They hoped I could get a basketball scholarship, but I just wasn't 
good enough. Being tall isn't enough to be a competitive athlete."

As they chatted, an argument broke out at a nearby table. Oscar 
looked up to see what was the problem, but a Druid was already at 
the table. He listened as the Druid explained why both parties were 
in the wrong. As peace settled in the room, Abby said, "They are 
pretty serious about those rules. I was getting upset earlier and one 
of the Druids came over to me. She explained that while I might do 
things differently than the other person, I had no right to try to 
force them into doing it my way. So long as it was harming no one, 
the other person was free to do what ever they wanted."

Gabby shook her head and said, "I just don't buy that. There are 
right ways to do things and wrong ways to do them."

Even though he knew the answer to his question, Oscar asked, 
"What makes a way to do something the wrong way?"

"If the way is inefficient, I suppose," answered Gabby suddenly 
unsure of her conviction about right ways and wrong ways. 

"Whose problem is it if it is inefficient?" asked Oscar with a wry 
smile.

Gabby frowned at the question and didn't know how to answer. 
Finally, she said, "You sound just like one of those Druids."

"I think I have been insulted," replied Oscar with a laugh. His steak 
arrived and he looked it over. It was a magnificent cut of meat and 
cooked to perfection. He dug into his meal thinking that it was 
only lunchtime and he was already tired. Grinning, he looked up 
and said, "This steak is good. Definitely not grilled bologna."

Listening to the conversation around the table, Oscar ate his lunch. 
The red spot in the center of his forehead continued to hurt. He 
knew that he would have a bruise later that day and it would be an 
ugly one. Hopefully it would be cleared up before he met Georgia 
the next weekend.

Finishing his steak, he pushed his plate away and sat back in his 
chair. He looked across the dining room seeing that it was littered 
with little points of tension as students reacted to the pressures of 
being in an unusual environment under surreal circumstances. 
Looking down at his cock, he knew that the sexual tension in the 
room contributed significantly to the edginess of his fellow 
students. In fact, he realized that every thing about the environment 
was intended to produce conflict. 

A group of students approached the table and stopped. One of the 
guys said, "Oscar Meyers?"

Oscar looked at the group wondering what they wanted with him. 
He replied, "Yes, I'm Oscar."

"We are your eleven o'clock study group," replied one of the 
women.

Oscar apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to miss the meeting."

"Don't worry. We saw you get knocked out," replied the guy with a 
shake of his head. He had watched the fight amazed at how fast the 
action had been. The study group meeting earlier had been spent 
talking about the fight rather than the fact that it was supposed to 
be a study group. He added, "That was some fight."

"In fact, all we could talk about was the fight. That was pretty 
amazing," remarked the woman. 

Oscar looked at her for a second and his cock reacted by 
immediately filling with blood. She had long flaming red hair, pale 
skin with light freckles, and a feminine body that had curves in all 
the right places. At least he was sitting and she couldn't see that his 
erection was a result of seeing her. Looking at his roommates, 
Oscar said, "If you will excuse me, I should meet with my study 
group."

Oscar left with his study group and sat at another one of the tables. 
They talked about how they should arrange their study activities. 
They listened to his suggestions on how to use the study time 
together with far more respect than his first study group. It 
appeared that his bout with Ling had changed public opinion. He 
was no longer viewed as being the class clown. 

It didn’t take long for them to see the wisdom of Oscar's strategy 
for the study group to cover new material rather than review the 
material. Throughout the discussion, Oscar's cock just kept getting 
harder and harder each time he looked at the redhead. At least she 
didn't notice the effect she was having on him. For the moment, 
there was nothing odd about a male student walking around with 
an erection.

When the group left, Oscar went over to the table and whispered to 
Lisa, "Can we slip out to the dorm room?"

Lisa looked down at his erection and smiled. In a voice that carried 
across the whole table, she said, "We can't get back into the room 
now."

"Pardon?"

Cole said, "We found out after the fight that the dorms are locked 
during the day except for fifteen minutes before class. Apparently 
they want us walking around erect all day."

Rather than reply with the first thought that entered his mind, 
Oscar considered why the school was set up that way. He asked, 
"Do you think they want us to learn how to help each other with 
our sexual tensions?"

Gabby asked, "What?"

"Maybe it is a chance for us to see each other as beings with sexual 
needs. If you were to line up all of the men in this room, you'd find 
that most of us are pointing north like a store full of compasses. I 
have no idea how many of the women in this room are damp 
between the legs. I'm not even going to guess," answered Oscar as 
he looked around the room. There were a lot of stiff nipples in the 
room.

Greg was silent as he thought about what Oscar had said. The little 
guy was standing next to Lisa with his cock pointing straight up in 
the air as if he didn't have a care in the world. He asked, "And your 
point is?"

"That we are to learn that sex is purely natural and doesn't have to 
be hidden away. Perhaps we are supposed to recognize that others 
have the same desires and needs as we do. It might even be that 
they want us to learn how to help each other."

Gabby said, "I still don't get it."

Oscar looked at Gabby for a moment before asked, "Assume for 
the moment that you and I wanted to have sex with each other. 
Who would it harm if we were to have sex, right here and now?"

Gabby started at Oscar in disbelief that he could even suggest 
having sex in public. Stuttering, she tried to come up with a 
coherent answer, but all she could do was come out with a number 
of one-word starts. 

In a teasing tone of voice, Sharon said, "I ran naked out of here last 
night. You're not going to rope me into being the first that 
performs in front of everyone else."

Oscar laughed and returned to his seat. As he seated himself, a 
depressed Lisa said, "I couldn't do it. At least, I couldn't be the 
first. I know that everyone would think that the fat girl was so 
desperate that she would do it in front of everyone just to have a 
chance to do it."

Gabby said, "There's no way I would have sex in public. I don't 
even like kissing in public."

As all eyes turned to look at Abby, she looked down at the table 
knowing that they wanted to know what she thought. She had 
watched her two male roommates masturbate the previous night 
when they thought they wouldn't be observed. It had excited her, 
but she had been too inhibited to relieve herself. At the moment, 
she was so horny that she would have climbed on the table with 
Oscar with only the smallest fight, but there was no way she was 
going to admit it. Instead, she said, "I don't know. I can understand 
being so horny that you don't care if people see you. I'm not sure 
who would be harmed by it. I guess I would want to talk to one of 
the Druids about it before I did it."

Gabby was shocked by the answer and stared at Abby. Indignant, 
she accused, "You mean you would consider it? Are you some 
kind of slut?"

Even before he could think about it, Oscar had sat up and said, 
"Hold it. I won't tolerate that kind of accusation around me. She 
was discussing the same question as all of us. Her statement was a 
very well considered answer. If you happen to disagree with her, 
then I suggest that you address her answer, but don't attack her 
character."

Abby appreciated the support from Oscar. The words of her 
roommate had stung far more than she let on. She smiled at Oscar 
to thank him for his defense of her and promised herself that she 
would thank him personally for standing up for her one day. She 
might not want to be the first to have public sex, but being third or 
fourth wouldn't be that big of a deal.

Looking around the table, Lisa said, "I don't think anyone would be 
hurt by it. Abby is right. I just said that I wouldn't be the first to do 
it because I'd be hurt by comments like what Gabby just said."

Having been teased about being tall ever since she had her early 
teenage growth spurt, Sharon replied, "The only harm I can predict 
that would result would be statements like what you just said. 
Calling people names is an easy way to hurt someone, particularly 
when they are feeling vulnerable."

Cole remarked, "All I know is that I'm so horny that I'm about to 
take matters in my own hand."

Gabby frowned and looked over at Cole as if he had just 
announced that he was going to go to the bathroom on the table. 
She said, "Oh gross. Not at the table, I'm trying to enjoy my 
coffee."

A little irritated at Gabby's attitude, Greg said, "I've taken two 
showers today. Seems that my cock keeps getting very dirty and I 
have to thoroughly wash it. I'm ready for a third shower already."

About to tell her two male roommates to keep it in their pants, 
Gabby realized the truth of the situation. They didn't have pants to 
keep it in and that looking at all of the naked women around them 
must have been torture. Boys didn't have the restrictions against 
being sexual that women had. In a rare moment of self-honesty, 
she accepted that she was horny as well. Shrugging off her own 
desires, she said, "Go and take your showers."

Greg was half tempted to get up and head towards the showers, but 
his irritation with Gabby was growing. He leaned back and put his 
hand on his cock in a manner that suggested he was about to start 
jacking off. With a smile on his face, he asked, "What would you 
think if I told you that I fantasized about you on your knees giving 
me a blowjob when I took my first shower this morning?"

Looking down at his cock, she swore he was going to start 
masturbating right at the table. She started to rise, but froze when 
Greg asked, "What would you think if I told you that I imagined 
making it with you doggy style when I relieved myself during my 
second shower?"

A bright blush appeared on her face at the idea that Greg had been 
using her as fantasy material. She sat down in the chair with far 
less grace than she had intended. Her skin heated even more when 
she realized that everyone was looking at her. She glanced at his 
cock, seeing that he still had his hand wrapped around the shaft. 
Greg smiled and said, "What would you say if I told you that when 
I go take my next shower, I'm going to imagine that you are on the 
floor with your legs spread wide as you masturbate yourself? Yes, 
that would be a perfectly delectable image. I might even imagine 
you begging me to take you on the shower floor."

"You didn't. You wouldn't." Gabby was shocked at what he was 
saying. She was a good girl and good girls weren't supposed to be 
the subject of sexual fantasy. Good girls weren't supposed to have 
sexual fantasies. The problem was that she had sexual fantasies 
and his words had ignited a fire between her legs. She kept 
thinking to herself, 'Good girls don't fantasize. Good girls don't 
want sex. I'm a good girl.'

Greg wasn't the only one that had used the showers that morning to 
relieve his inner tensions. Half the guys in the dining room had 
done that and, if Cole wasn't mistaken, so had half the women. 
Cole said, "I had that fantasy this morning. When I came, I 
imagined that my come covered her body. It was quite exciting."

'Good girls don't fantasize. Good girls don't want sex. I'm a good 
girl,' thought Gabby trying not to let their fantasies inflame any 
desire on her part. She asked, "Do you think I'm some kind of slut 
or something that you can fantasize about me?"

Mark had been trying very hard to stay out of the conversation. He 
knew that the first time he said anything about sex, that Gabby 
would let loose with a cutting remark about the size of his cock. 
She was the type that would do that. Now he could hold back and 
said, "Gabby, you're an attractive woman. Men fantasize about 
attractive women."

His cock had been hard for too long and it was beginning to get 
painful. All of the fantasy talk was about to drive Oscar crazy. He 
noticed a green robed Druid walking past and recognized her from 
the infirmary. She had been working in the background when 
Oliver and he had their discussion. He made a gesture to get her 
attention. She looked at him for a minute and then stepped over to 
the table. Curious as to why he had requested her, she asked, "Can 
I help you?"

"I'm Oscar Meyers," said Oscar introducing himself.

"I'm Laura Brockmire," replied the Druid with a smile.  

In a gesture that included everyone at the table, Oscar said, "We 
were discussing having sex here where everyone could see us. A 
couple of questions came up that I thought you might help us 
answer."

Smiling at the topic, Laura asked, "What would like you to know?"

"Would it harm anyone if we had sex right here, right now?" asked 
Oscar as everyone at the table leaned forward to hear the answer.

"Are you talking about you and I having sex?" asked Laura with a 
smile. She liked the feisty Druid. 

"Sure, you're attractive and I'm irresistible. The question is would 
it harm anyone?" Oscar grinned at Laura and wriggled his 
eyebrows to let her know that he wasn't serious.

"Nope. Wouldn't harm anyone. In fact, it might do a lot of folks 
some good," answered Laura.

"So no one would complain?" asked Oliver looking at Gabby as he 
asked the question.

"Oh, some of your fellow students would complain, but I'd just 
ignore them. If it harms none, then do it. It's not my problem if 
they have a problem with my actions. No one would be hurt," 
replied Laura with a smile.

Gabby gasped, "You're kidding?"

"Nope. So Oscar Meyers, are you ready to do it here and now?" 
asked Laura. 

Oscar stood up showing his readiness to do it right then and there. 
With a smile, he answered, "You bet I am."

Reaching up, Laura removed her robe in one easy movement. Cole 
had the sense of mind to start clearing the table. Greg, on seeing 
Cole at work, immediately began to help him move dishes out of 
the way. With the table clear, Laura turned and sat on the edge 
spreading her legs as she got comfortable. 

Gabby covered her mouth with her hands; her wide eyes watching 
the Druid strip at the table. She said, "My God! They're going to do 
it right here!"

Every eye in the room turned at the announcement in time to watch 
Oscar step between her legs and start to kiss Laura. He began at 
her neck and worked his way to her lips. She relaxed into his arms 
enjoying the pleasure that he was giving her. 

When he broke off, she said, "My breasts are aching to be kissed."

Not being a fool, Oscar turned his attention to her breasts. The 
nipples were stiff with excitement and anticipation, walking 
around the nude students had affected her as much as the students. 
She leaned back as his kisses increased her desire for pleasure. 
When she was flat on her back, Oscar moved between her legs. He 
spread her nether lips and traced her passage with his tongue. She 
groaned in response and released her sweet fluids that Oscar 
eagerly lapped up. 

As Oscar worked over Laura's pussy with his tongue, the other 
students in the room were watching the action frozen in place. 
Greg's hand started stroking his cock with a mind of its own. 
Abby, Lisa, Sharon, Mark, and Cole soon followed his example. 
The men barely lasted fifteen seconds before they were shooting 
come all over their hands and stomachs.

Gabby had a front row seat, finding herself in a position to watch 
everything. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight in front 
of her. Laura's cunt was less than two feet away and she could see 
Oscar's tongue flicking over the clitoris as the Druid screamed out 
her first orgasm. Gabby's hands tightened on the arms of the chair, 
but the rest of her was still frozen in place.

Oscar stood and slipped his cock into the steamy cunt in front of 
him. He entered easily, since her juices had lubricated her passage 
in anticipation of his entry. His thrusts were insistent, as too much 
time had been spent erect for him to want anything other than 
release. With fast hard strokes he pounded into her.

Gabby stared at the cock piston in and out of the cunt in front of 
her. This was her first her first up-close real-life experience with 
seeing the sexual act in all its glory. Having sex one time with the 
quarterback of the high school football team in the back of his car 
didn't constitute seeing the sexual act. 

The aroma of excitement nearly bowled her over. The sounds of 
coupling, in the form of grunts and groans, rang in her ears. The 
sight of the woman's pussy lips grasping after his cock when he 
pulled it back was etched into her brain. Gabby started shaking as 
her body took control. Her breasts ached and her cunt felt like it 
was on fire. She needed relief and her body would deliver it to her 
regardless of what her mind said. Her hands, moving of their own 
accord, rose to her breasts. She grabbed her nipples, squeezed them 
as hard as she could, and then screamed as an orgasm washed over 
her. 

Oscar came in Laura, his need finally getting the satisfaction it 
desired. He grunted as he spilled his seed in four jets, each at the 
end of a thrust. He stepped back trying to keep his balance as his 
legs threatened to collapse from beneath him. Breathing heavily, 
he extended a hand to Laura and said, "Thank you, very much."

"Thank you," replied the Druid. The episode had taken the tension 
from her body as well. 

The entire dining room smelled of sex. The males were wiping 
their hands, stomachs, and chairs to remove their come. The 
females were busy wiping their fluids from between their legs. 
Orgasms, born of pent up frustration, had spread across the room 
like a tidal wave. 

Gabby watched as Oscar's cock pulled out of Laura's cunt. His 
sperm, mixed with her juices, ran out between her legs to puddle 
on the table underneath her body. Gabby watched transfixed by the 
sight. Taking a napkin, Oscar helped Laura clean up after their 
tryst. It was only after the mess had been cleaned that Gabby 
looked away from the scene.

Smiling at Oscar, Laura said, "I don't know who needed that the 
most. You or I."

Oscar laughed and replied, "I don't know who needed it the most. 
Us or everyone else."

Devastated by what she had seen, Gabby stared at the table. 
Despite her orgasm, she was even hornier than before and she 
couldn't deny it. Near tears, she said, "I guess I'm not a good girl 
after all."

Laura slipped on her robe and bent down next to Gabby. With the 
gentleness in her voice that one uses with the severely injured, she 
said, "Come with me. You need to talk to someone."