All the usual fun shit on the first night of summer. The drinks were drunken and everything was just so enjoyable. We didn't have much to drink, only ...about 2 glasses each person. So we were all pretty sober by about 2:30am.The 6 of us got really tired at around 4am, so we decided to hit the hay. I was almost halfway asleep when I heard my door open. I slowly got up, and saw Steph standing there. She walked to my bed and closed the door behind her. "Jacob, can I please stay and cuddle with you?. I was sitting as still as a stature, trying not to think of all the guys staring at my exposed legs. Suddenly, my phoned buzzed. ‘Slut Report. Take a picture bitch’ The panic set in. I had no idea where to go, let alone the idea of getting someone to fuck me. I improvised and ran up the aisle, sprinting towards the door. My long strides caused the skirt to ride up and my ass to be exposed. I ignored the obvious glares and the whistles as I sprinted out the door. I glanced at my phone. I still. No cats. She relayed to me how her brother was allergic to cats so she had put them into a cattery and hadn’t had time to collect them. “So, Ian what have you been up to?” I regaled her with our boat holiday, but not the incidents with Mum, though I did want to tell her. Whilst she listened she crossed and recrossed her legs tantalising me even though I was trying to concentrate on her face. I then crossed my legs as I was stiffening and didn’t want her to see. But she did notice. She smiled at. .KATE: You know what I'd draw? I'd draw the stack of poker chips. See how they aren't centered in a perfect stack? They're crooked. And look. There's one white one in the pile of red, three up from the bottom. You can see its reflection in the wood grain of your desk—on that little spot that's clear. I'd make a picture this big of just that little stack and the reflection.aroslav: Let the record show that you held your hands about eighteen inches apart. Wow. If you were drawing me, what would.