Her whole attitude had changed ... and, now that he looked closer, so had her choice of clothing.Caitlin normally slept in a nightie - once upon a tim...e, her choices had been more revealing, but as he’d slowly given up on masking his lustful gaze, she’d responded by wearing clothes that covered up more and more of her flesh.Nothing as much as this, however. She was dressed in slacks and a sweatshirt, an outfit he’d never, ever seen her in. It exposed less skin than anything he ever remembered. 'Night." Jerk."Night, kiddo."She threw the cell phone across the room and bit back tears. No, she insisted. No more crying. Not over the likes of him. I've had enough crying.She cried.Then she yanked the cork from the bottle and started drinking until the room began to glow around the edges."Sonofabitch," she commented, to no one in particular. "And here I am, all dressed up and no one to blow. Well, it's you who are missing out, Mr. Colin Germa-- Germanes-- oh, fuck it. Your name's not worth. This is a common reaction from a nurse, especially one that has been with us for a while.Usually, the pain lasts through the night. This leaves him them both exhausted and in a better mental state to be manipulated.The next day, Jack and Jill head down for breakfast and only see a few other couples. It is set up like a cafeteria, but there is no till. Everything is free. They quickly get their food and sit down. They are a little puzzled why the guys get served different food than the women.. Ashlyn climbed over me to get out of my bed. “Remember all the pens that smell like bum are yours.” She giggled and gave my butt cheek a little pinch. I was exhausted and soon passed out.When I woke up it was morning of the first day of classes. Ashlyn was gone. I was alone and naked, sprawled out on my bare mattress. (They hadn’t even given me time to make my bed) I looked up at the alarm clock, it was 9:50, I had a ten o’clock class, and I didn’t even know for sure where it was. I sprang out.