We were tired, the beer and the sex and the heat taking its toll. Hank stood up and motioned towards the other room. “C’mon, let’s go to bed,”... he said. I didn't argue and followed him into the bedroom. We settled into bed. I lay on my side and Hank spooned up behind me. It felt good. It all felt very good. We drifted off quietly. I woke early to birds singing outside but only the first hints of dawn. Hank was sleeping on his back and his erection was making a tent in the sheets! My hand moved. "Spike took the towel and dried herself off. She got dressed in the new clothes, seeming to have an instinctive understanding of the feminine articles. Her new outfit actually had far more leather than the old. It had leather pants, jacket, bustier, and boots, all of a distinctively feminine design. The only thing not leather was her panties and socks, both also very feminine. Spike noticed none of that. From her behavior, it was clear she had no idea how sexy she was. She just dressed quickly. I'm just a bit dizzy," she managed to say, wishing she could melt against him."When was the last time you ate?" he asked, looking into her wan features.She managed to chuckle, food hadn't been top priority for her recently. Meals had been barely picked at as the worries of what awaited her in sleep tore through her. "I haven't been very hungry the past few days," she said as he led her to another of those benches that lined the paths through the campus."Well, it's catching up with you." Matt. Allowing himself a purposeful nod; he made a mental note to have a word with Samira on the subject – though he did notice Tapani contrived to be super efficient whenever her mistress was in attendance.Still nodding, the ironic smile crossing his face proving as fleeting as it was rare; he told himself it was just what he needed in his life.Another manipulative teenager.Brief thoughts of a girl not Samira over, he acknowledged painful reactions to images from his former life were by no means.