Neither group made good candidates for cleaning up well enough to escort potential donors.None of the male grad students had appealed to her as dating... material either. The ones who weren’t completely anti-social might have been nice guys, but they didn’t really click for her. She grimaced, “Guess they’re not ‘bad boy’ enough… like that‘s been working for me.”When she was an undergraduate, dating hadn’t been very successful either, or even in the two years after graduation when she worked for. Reg had been thinking about sailing down the slope at Vail. Now he felt like he'd hit a tree at 80 miles an hour. Okay, she wasn't popular, and she wasn't much to look at, but "The Stick" - Kathy had been his best friend once. "I - Kathy, I can't. My dad put me up to it. He's trying to cut a deal with your dad's bank, and your dad made it a condition of the loan." My dad - my dad had to b-bribe someb-body to g-get me a d-date?" She was sobbing. "Am I...am I really th-that h-horrible?" No, it's. “Maybe you should tell me yourself, in your own words.” “It wasn’t my fault!” I protest. “Jimmy Porter said if I didn’t let him kiss me, he’d say he’d seen me buying fags…cigarettes…from Patel’s on my way home. And even if I was, they were for my dad.”“So you were kissing Jimmy Porter, is that it?”“Yes Sir.” “Is that all?”“Yes Sir.”“Hm. That’s not quite what Miss Primrose told me.”He picks up a piece of paper from his desk, and looks at me again, before reading from it.“Porter’s trousers were. After what seemed like several minutes, the flow finally petered out with only a few short bursts to expel the remaining globs still trapped inside her urinary tract."God." Amy thought, sighing in relief, feeling as if the world had just been removed from her shoulders."I haven't pissed like that in years."Looking down at herself, Amy noticed with some dismay that her appendage had lost all of its rigidity and now hung like a deflated balloon between her thighs. Shaking her head slowly, she.