Chapter Four
“You must hate me,” said Heather.
I was back in the dorm on Sunday night. While I had been working at Dr. Cornell’s, Heather had been busy in our room. My bed had gone into storage, and she had made a sort of nest for me out of old blankets piled on the floor at the foot of her bed. I was seeing a trend here.
I had just stripped for bed, giving Heather her first look at the hash marks on my ass.
“Why should I hate you?” I was still spaced out.
“I thought that it would be fun to see Dr. Cornell take you down a few pegs. I knew she was kinky, but I never thought that she would be so rough! She’s like brainwashed you or something. You used to have a wink and a smile for everybody. Now you look at the ground and hardly say anything. You’re so totally demure. This is beyond
