She began to smile and started to giggle….(“…your shitting me!”) We both began to giggle quietly. We went back to talking about guys and right... back to my wanting Ken. Laura had seen Ken several times and proceed to tell me how ‘she’ would ‘do’ him. Her description was so hot, be both got turned on real good.….Our fingers are really getting us wet now. I described in detail how I would suck Ken’s erection that I felt, when I left my apartment. I reached down and took Laura free hand and covered. The light is blinding. It’s harsh, glaring and fluorescent and I feel like I might be sick.I turn my head. Thankfully, someone thrusts a basin under my chin before I expel the contents of my stomach.“The lights,” I whisper hoarsely. “Too bright.” I hear the sound of a shade being drawn as I’m laid back down.A woman leans over me. She’s the source of the vanilla perfume. She’s dressed in white scrubs, and a stethoscope hangs around her neck. “I know you feel wretched,” she says softly. “Try to. ’ A small chill ran up and down my spine as I tried, but couldn’t make sense of that now vanished mental image.“What? Cuda,” Lynette asked as she saw and felt me tremble for that split-second.I tried my darnedest to recapture that fleeting mental image without any luck. As I looked down at my girlfriend to reply, a simple three-letter image popped into my consciousness for me to process.“N-I-S,” I confusingly muttered to Lava-Lips.“NIS, what does that mean, Cuda?” she confusingly asked.“Don’t. Maybe if I'd had the little girl's dream of being a ballerina...But, I didn't. I had a good upbringing, if a bit loveless, and was rather pampered. I almost always got what I wanted. So I fell into the "keep your body nice and maybe a rich man will marry you and pamper you instead" frame-of-mind. I thought ballet classes would be a more interesting way of keeping supple and lithe. I hated gyms anyway - too much like hard work.The class mistress, Claire Stephenson, was an attractive woman of.