.. like a slut, either."Gina pauses again. Her eyes glaze. The footsteps are in the corridor, somewhere beyond the mist."More slutty, Gina," says Brad.... "Look more slutty."Gina stares at Brad. He is less distinct, as if her mind's eye can no longer focus on him. "More ... slutty ... yes..." NO," Cassie cries. "You don't have to! You can decide what you want to wear or who--"(step ... step ... STEP)Cassie staggers back. Shoes rap against tile floor. She whimpers and stares into the illusionary. We had Intro classes, and th' idea o' havin' th' whole world under ya' fingertips seemed ta be a wonder ta' me. The more time I spent with 'em, the more I wanted to find out about 'em. I made the teachers near crazy with all the questions I come up with. They answered the best they could, an' tole me where ta find out th' others. We lived about 6 or 7 miles from town, so I couldn't get ta th' library as much as I wanted, so I saved my money, an' bought a second hand set up for myself. It twernt. Now I am forty-five and Bobby is sixty and I'm sorry to say it, but Bobby was right all along and it is killing me. Actually Bobby didn't even get to sixty before erectile dysfunction set in. It was two months after his fifty-eighth birthday when we noticed that he was having trouble getting it up and keeping it up. Another six months went by before Bobby went to see a doctor who gave him a prescription for Viagra. Even with Viagra it was hit or miss. Only one out of three of those little blue. It rests where it started, on your pubic mound. Feeling the smooth, hard surface, my fingers sliding first to one side and then the other, rubbing into the crease between your pubis and your thigh. Lower and lower, until finally, my hand is between your legs. You part them to give me easy access. Your vulva is wet and slippery, and so very hot. As my forefinger presses onto your clitoris, my kiss becomes hard, my tongue pushing harder into its investigation of your mouth, searching, licking the.