" You're being awfully casual about this," I said, reaching for my belt."That's because I'm very comfortable with this relationship," she said. "I lik...e where things have gone." I would too if you were a couple of years older," I muttered."So you'd rather put me on a bus at the next town and not see me for two years?" she suggested. I could hear something in her voice that suggested sex might not be an option for the rest of the trip. That was like killing the patient to cure the cancer."Don't. The first year was pretty normal. Pledged a fraternity, smoked weed,got decent grades. Even got laid once in a while. Partied enough that Igained 15 pounds. By the summer, I needed a job so I started working ata tourist BBQ place as a "host." Other greet-and-seaters were girls,and were called hostesses. I was hired because of my clean cutappearance and "nice" look. Eventually, others asked me I was gay. Butthey really just teased me for me a pretty boy.Sophomore year changed me. When school. I don't even know if Monique saw me approaching, her body was writhing, I could see her forcing her chest down, rubbing her nipples against the bed spread. I don't know if she even heard the swish through the air, but I know she felt it when the leather struck her engorged labia. I would have loved to see her eyes go wide when she felt the bite of the belt, but I was too busy bringing it down again, almost in the exact spot as before. I heard her high pitched scream echo through the room as I. "We've been a bit busy to discuss hobbies, but now I think is a good time to discuss one of them. Oceanography." Oceanography. No doubt a fascinating branch of science. I've not done much research into it, though. I also fail to understand how it answers my question." Just trust me. It will." I trust you. I'm just not sure I have the free time for this." You do. I talked to everybody before I set this up. Everybody knew you needed a break. Most of them thought I was the person to do this.".