"So dear," began Jeff, "How was your day?" Oh the usual." Replied Mindy, "Except that I met this one guy and well, he was like so weird." How do you m...ean?" Well he told me that he could like, control peoples' minds and stuff. It was really stupid. He told me that he could make anyone he wanted become slightly horny within thirty seconds and a total slut in like five minutes." But that's ridiculous!" snorted Jeff."I know," giggled Mindy, "I told him that too. So he told me that if I was so sure. Jill was playing with one of the buns, pulling it apart into small pieces. Her plate was full of bits of bun that only a bird would enjoy."I'll let you have tonight, but you know you need to talk to him, Jill. You can't hide from him forever. And I won't let you use my house to run away from your father."She seemed to concentrate more on the pastry in her hand. "I know. I just wish we never went to the drive-in." Come on, Jill. What are you going to do? Watch over your father every minute so he. I would like that and poor Dimitri who can't get pussy" she said stroking his face tenderly.Dimitri whilst not speaking English clearly understood enough that it was game on.He physically picked her up in his huge arms one arm supporting her bottom the other around her waist. Vicky put her arm around his neck.He carried her through the club people moving out of the way to let this giant of a man pass. I noticed that he actually had his thumb imbedded in her pussy hole. He opened a "staff. Camilla didn’t know many people on campus, but she knew Deirdre. She was large. She was loud. She always wore sleeveless black dresses. And most days she needed better deodorant. Stuart stood in the opposite corner as Deirdre shouted in his ear, gripping his arm. He was smiling and nodding, but his eyes darted, eager to escape.I can do this, thought Camilla.She downed the rest of her drink, wormed her way through the crowd and tapped Deirdre on the shoulder. Camilla waved hello and gestured.