Most of the other kids who lived in the freshman dorm were out for the weekend, being the first real days of spring after a long cold winter. I was fi...xing to go out myself and I was just wearing a little black bra and some sheer red panties, sort of dancing around the room with Jared's boom-box blasting some Black Eyed Peas. I hadn't decided what I was going to wear yet and it was still kinda early anyway. Jared had told me he had a special surprise for me that evening, but I didn't know. She was full of sexual energy from the attention and thrills so far, so she was willing for anything I wanted.I praised her small, round delicious bottom while half of my finger was up her rosebud. The clever girl broke to code.“You want to rape my tight little butt-place tonight, don’t you nasty man? Surprise maybe? It will hurt so very good so please, do me to serve you so. When we get into bed, do that to me ... take me like a blowup doll ... pain and pleasure, let me feel it all ... make me. . , “ Karen confessed now, “and Jill ... Jill ... wants to make another one. She wants me to get pregnant again ... by you ... to help ... keep you around, I think. None of this was my idea. I never wanted to ‘atone’ that way in the first place. I fought her long and hard on it, lost, and decided to keep her happy. I was gonna make up for it by some ... other way, not that.”“Jill, we talked about this kind of thing. This ... this isn’t right. It’s not healthy. Even you at first drew boundaries. Dottie was happy to have someone who wanted to hear about her life and she relished telling Freddie all about her years as a young girl in the south. Dottie had traveled the world, but she had never lived anywhere but South Carolina. She was a true southern belle. The stories Dottie told reflected her love of life. And Freddie shared stories about what she had found to love in life – all except King. She found that she just couldn’t bring herself to talk about him. So, she shared with Dottie.