Brad nodded, as if he understood me. Without anotherword, he turned and rounded the car. I heard thepassenger door slam, and with the spinning of tire...s onthe pavement, the Ford pulled away. I stood and watched even as its headlights disappeareddown the curve in the road, turning left at the stonegates of the University. As far as I knew, Brad had been the last of my fewfriends to leave the school, rushing towards feasts ofturkey and parsnips set on long dining room tables,laughter and warmth. ‘Let’s just say I’m curious.’ His eyes studied mine. ‘If I did move here,’ he said carefully. ‘I’d like to spend more time with you.’ I bit my lip, feeling a swell of excitement. ‘I’d like that,’ I said earnestly. Arliss kept me close as we made the rounds. We met businessmen and lawyers, politicians and diplomats. Some I had seen before, some I had dated before. A couple of the ones I knew on a more intimate level gave me wistful looks as they tried not to betray just how well they knew me.. Once through the door, he slammed it shut. "Off with your clothes," Henry commanded.Constance trembled as she pushed the thin straps of her silk nightie from her shoulders and let the fabric drop to her feet, revealing her soft, pale, voluptuous nakedness: moderate bosoms crowned by small pink nipples; womanly hips ample for child bearing and a sparse nest of pubic hair at low center, wheat colored like the long, thick and wavy tresses on her head. The half shell Venus could have been modeled. ”“Well mother was wrong.” Tom said, “She’d been brainwashed by the priests into believing that it was wrong, and the priests were wrong, very wrong. Ask just about any girl if she plays with her pussy and she will say that she does and that it’s nice so you can do it too Sarah.”“What do you mean nice?”“Do you want me to show you Sarah?” Tom asked.“Yes please.”I gasped when I felt Tom’s fingers on that little nub of skin at the front of my slit.“That’s your clitoris or clit Sarah, it’s often.