"Ben leaned back, sucking in a deep breath of air as he relaxed against the thickly padded bucket seat of his white Eldorado convertible. He felt good..., damn good. Jenny could do something for him that really turned him loose and got it together. He felt more at ease with the world than he had in months; and for the first time since the swapping had begun, he felt confident that what was happening was right, and that it would be good for himself and Sue.It was a relief to know that they wouldn't. Maybe this blouse will cover me up. How about I just follow my pants to the ground here and put the skirt next to it and try to just hope over so he can't see anything below the waist? Okay, I'll try... Fuck. This is more difficult than I thought. Okay.... pull up the skirt quick. Get it up and get it buttoned. This stuff fits better than it should. Did he know my size? Whose clothes are they? Laura's? His sister's? His mom's? This is just wrong. What the hell am I doing here? What is that he's. Word gets around. When I began my second year at McGill, half they guys I’d been blowing returned to school and my schedule. Eight guys from day one. Twenty four blowjobs a week, which for me was enough to get grounded and started. Get into that kind of casual sex, and you learn things about people. I found three kinds of guys, all self-described “straight”. One, the most common, were guys who discovered the ease of getting sexually serviced by someone like me. A comfortable relationship, not. One knee was cut and red with mostly-dried blood. She gave an abrupt laugh that turned into a sob."Cait, what happened tonight?" I was at the spring fling," said Caitlynn. "I got in a fight with Brian, drank too much, smoked too much, took some pills..." What pills?"Caitlynn shrugged, "Lysinda said, but I forget. Anyway, I ended up making out with Scott Andresson. We got a ride to his house from his friend Andy. I ... I fucked both of them. God, Brian is going to kill me." Brian? You're worried.