The anger came from her subconscious. She felt irritation seeing Joey dance with Liz."Hey Deirdre!" somebody called.She almost jumped. Turning toward ...the voice, she saw it was Mike Helmont, a classmate with whom she had not exchanged two words prior to this evening."Looking good, Deirdre," he smiled. "How you doing?" I ... I'm okay," Deirdre answered, not quite able to overcome her inhibitions."You want to dance?" Umh, sure, why not," Deirdre accepted.Mike led her out on the floor and Deirdre. We entered a bedroom. I'd pretty much guessed the tradition by now, but I thought I would just come out and ask anyway. "So does this tradition involve me fucking all of you?" "Whoa, she catches on quickly!" one of them said sarcastically. "Are you comfortable with that, Clare?" TJ asked. "Sure that's okay; I mean, it is tradition," I said with a smile. The guys all started laughing and undressing themselves. I had a quick thought to myself about how quick this was going and if I should and. . I retired to my apartment for the evening, hoping that maybe a good night’s sleep would help.As soon as my alarm sounded again the following morning, though, I realized it was not to be. If anything, the pain was worse.Still walking in a slightly stooped position ... and now intermittently grabbing onto the walls ... I forced myself through the workday. I was relieved when Lisa sent me a text telling me she had to work late, obviating the need to come up with another excuse for not working. The waist of her skirt was at eye height, black and pattern ruffling and creasing before my eyes until I saw more and more thigh. “Would you like to see more?” she said smiling down at me. I looked into her eyes, blaxingly erotic and her smile daring and welcoming me. Her blonde hair was piled up on her head, a few strands falling to her shoulders. The sun behind her filtered through, making her appear as a goddess. A goddess who had invited me into something I couldn’t deny I wanted to see. I.