I go back to my room, I look at the clock 12:40, I think "IfI start masturbating now I'll be exhausted by breakfast" so I just decideto go back to be...d. And go back to sleep, thankfully I have no more porndreams. It's Angie that finally wakes me up just as she leaves she calls out "I;m off see you tonight . I manage to mumble out a mmrph she then leavesme home alone. I riseup to notice Brooke/my breasts hurt from sleeping onthem and Brooke/my hair is in my mouth by the strand. I get up and. “Thanks, but no thanks, Jane. I am not looking to be a social climber. We would be at each other throats in six weeks. I want and need a partner, not a pusher. Goodbye.”Somehow Jane got my home phone number. She called the Tuesday after the promotion party. “Rickie, what is the problem you have with me? Did I piss you off somehow? What do I need to do to make it right?”“Wow, Jane you are full of questions tonight. Ok, first problem, no one, not my mom, not my dad, not even an idiot is allowed. She hadn’t sold a textbook in years, and -- though this detail could wait on a larger apartment -- if this would be her home, it would house the books from her childhood.“So, what do we do?” he asked. Good question. She sat down on the sofa, and he sat down next to her.“Suggestion. They sell light bookcases in the campus bookstore. I already own two. I buy another.” [After all, she had more books than fit in the ones she owned.] “I put it here. I move a bookcase worth of books here. Then I move. I felt the outfit being pulled into place and hooked intothe collar. I felt something being drawn around my waist and tied inback. My hands were pulled down and something clicked around each wrist.I then felt a long wig being placed on my head. I could feel somethingsticky on the inside as it was set in place. Then something beingclipped on top of the wig. I was then moved to another position and shespoke."Open your eyes slave." I did and was shocked at what I saw. I knew itto be me in that.