I had on shorts and a T-shirt. We didn’t waste any time on chit-chat. I kissed her full on the lips. I took off my shirt, held her close, and kissed... her again. Oh, those tits felt good against my chest. She invited me to sit down. She put on some seductive music. I don’t know who, but it was romantic, possibly middle-eastern. She started doing a strip tease for me. The bikini top went off first. She then straddled me. Now those tits, unencumbered by a bikini top, rubbed directly against my. Well, that got us busy. We grabbed the welder and some flat stock to turn an inner room, the break room, into a lock-up. Joe and I welded barriers across the hallways so that a bathroom was inside the perimeter, then framed up a doorway, built a heavy door and welded in a few hinges. A padlock secured it. Nobody was getting out of there without tools. We stripped all the shelves and took out all the appliances except for a coffee maker, fixin's and cups. There was no reason to be barbarians. "What?" she asked. "But I need this job!" I know," Ryan replied. "Do you really want to keep your job?" Yes I do," Kayleigh replied. "Without it my husband and I would sink in bills. We'd be finished." Well," Ryan said. "I'll tell you what. I won't fire you under one condition." What?" Kayleigh asked. "Tell me!"Internally, he smiled. He was lying, of course. He had no intention of firing her. Not really anyway. So long as she went along."Kayleigh," he said, "you're a very beautiful woman. One. It didn’t matter if we rendered colleges unfriendly to men and reduced the number of male college students. It didn’t matter if we make millions of false accusations against innocent men every year. It didn’t matter if we whined against the system even though it treated us favorably. We were inferior to men and would always be! How I hated him for making me admit this essential truth!!! Samuel laughed, and then he told me to get my skanky ass out of his dormitory. I packed up my things and.