"And how are you mentally?" I'm great, happy to be back and doing a lot of studying," I told him. "I'm writing exams this week and then I'll be all ca...ught up." That's good to hear that you're almost caught up," Coach said. "Well, we're all real proud of what you did, saving those two, and I'm just as proud on how well you've recovered and got caught up. If you need anything just let Frank or I know and we'll try to accommodate you." Thanks coach, but I should be fine," I replied. "I'll work. ’ ‘Then go for it, remember if you reject him too much he will think that you don’t want him.’ ‘You think I should go further then, Janice?’ ‘Do I have to spell it out for you? If you get the hots for him -fuck him and I am sure you will reap the rewards like I have in knowing just how wholesome it can be with an older guy.’ That clinched it and I knew I was ready to go the whole hog with John. But come our next date he phoned to say he could not make it. When I asked him why he said he felt he. “Hands, mouth, or ass?” I ask.“What?” he says, nearly stumbling over his words.“You want my mouth? You pay. You want my hands? You pay. You want my ass? You pay double. You want me handcuffed and blindfolded while I go down?” I stick a finger in my mouth and wiggle it suggestively. “Then you pay triple, and cover the hotel costs.”“I… I just want…” he stammers, his face turning red.“Fine. Just the mouth, but you gotta follow some rules. No breathing in my ear, no spitting, no grabbing my hair…. His face now had a cuteness to it that instantly reminded him of both a five-year-old girl and of that nineteen-year-old cheerleader he'd deflowered to celebrate setting the all-time quarterback sacking record for the school (the memory brought with it a pang of guilt, and Bubba vowed to find that cheerleader and apologize to her for his terrible, oppressor-like behavior); his was now the face of a "Lolita," and Bubba was transfixed. From the moment that Dr. Valerian had told them they were.