I flexed my arms a bit, clinking the handcuffs, and was surprised to find that I could move. I shifted my legs next, and looked with relief at my finally quiescent p***s.
Dr. Teasel was back in her robe, and just finishing up the last of the wine. Seeing me moving and blinking stupidly around, she set down her glass, stood up and approached me yet again. But this time she merely bent over and unlocked the handcuffs.
“Get the f**k out of here boy! I’ll let you know when I need to use you again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I humbly mumbled, unbearably in love with her now and tormented by her contempt. Still she didn’t even look at me as I fumblingly pulled my wrinkled clothes back on and then began the long, long walk back to campus.
6.
The rest of September was a nightmare, beginning with the socc
