“I will make sure you have no questions by the end of this class, Ms…” he looked through the list of students, “… Rousseau.” I couldn’t... believe he just said that! Ms. Rousseau. How dare he talk to me like that! I wasn’t used to being called miss. I’d already told that bastard my name was Christina. I huffed and got up from the chair, straightening my chest; he’d already returned to his papers, missing the haughty look I threw at him before I hurried back to my girlfriends. They were covering. She wanted me to be her first man and I was away. She waited for my return, and she became more and more desperate. When I got back, she attacked me and her pheromones affected not only me but also the two women standing beside me. The three of them became the aggressors, and since the pheromones placed me in a cooperative but eager stupor, I didn’t resist their advances. One of those two women is the woman who planned to have a relationship with me in the future. The other woman is someone I. My head is ringing, and my ears are buzzing and for some reason tonight, my God, tonight I just can't fucking take this at all for one minute longer and I need to escape.The limo driver looks confused; he's not even pulled away from the line of cars at the curb, yet, and already I'm leaping into the back seat. My face is in my hands, and I'm trying to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Keep it together."Mrs. Plantagenet, are you okay?" Mm-hmm," I reply, barely audible."Uh, I'm. Even that small concession to modesty didn’t last long, though, as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waist and unceremoniously removed them, too, before sitting down facing the sea with her arms round her knees as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Bare-chested, now, he hesitated. Did she expect him to, er …. God, he’d die of embarrassment! No, she’s said it wasn’t compulsory, so he left his shorts on and sat rigidly (in more ways than one!) next to her, studiously.