“Chicken, chicken, bok ... bok ... bok ... bok!” Gloria teased him now.“How about ... if I put you both under at the same time, you can’t feed... me any ideas that the other doesn’t want and there’s no crazy tit-for-tat revenge stuff such as Alex and Hailey did with each other,” Manny proposed what he thought was a safer solution.“Okay, then ... conditions from each, how many?” Jay asked him, taking the bait.“Three each. That’s the max. Same with three triggers. No more than that. Deal?” Manny. You've already figured out the whole thing. Maybe I should just leave and you make up your own fantasy.The year is 1979. I was an assistant professor in philosophy and Molly was a senior, only six years younger than I. Molly was 22 and brighter than I've ever been. 5'6", long brown hair and eyes that spoke volumes. Small breasted, she usually went braless and often wore t-shirts and Indian skirts. We were friends and lovers and although I had a role in "corrupting" her (getting her used to. Toot para jese bhooka bacha maa kadoodh peeta haimain bhi us ka doodh peenay laga usay boht maza aarah tha kehnay lagi peeljiye sahib sara doodh munnaa to peeta nahi main kafi daer tak us ka doodh piy a phirr main nay us ki shalwar main haath daal diya aor us ki phuddi ko hath say masalna laga ab woh aor bhi garam ho gayi aor us ki sansein aor bhi taze hogaien main samajh gaya kay woh ab kafi hot ho chuki hai main nay ikjhatay say us ki shalwaar utaar di us nay neechay penti nahi pehni hoi thi. She had risked too much already lately, with April, and with Stevie Archer. She was content simply to look at Deshona Reed, who had changed into jeans and a loose sweatshirt, which occasionally stretched and shifted as her fairly large and unfettered breasts swayed underneath it.Laura tried not to look, but at one brief instant Deshona saw her looking. She had half-stood, reaching to put her wine goblet on the glass coffee table between them. She looked down too, where Laura was looking, and.