A text later that night

Sandra is not going to be the only one distracted tonight you think as you sling your bookbag over your shoulder. Sandra is already halfway across the nearly empty student center moving surprisingly fast with her burgundy skirt swirling around her, from this angle you really can't see much of her at all, but you have studied her curves enough that it doesn't really matter. You watch her until she is out of sight hoping that she might turn around one more time and then move off in the other direction wondering about her final remark.

Unbidden a mental image pops into your mind of a woman chained in a dungeon cell, but although inspired by Rae's predicament in the game, the woman in your mind is clearly Sandra Morelli, and instead of skimpy undergarments that cover her clerics lush curves, this chained prisoner is stark naked.

A pair of freshmen give you a strange look as you half-stumble walking across the smooth carpet, but you ignore them and head home before you embarrass yourself even more. Only an hour later when you are eating left-over Tai food straight out of the carboard box do you remember the comics and you dig through your book bag eager to see what she wrote.

Inside the cover page of the Captain America written with a fine-tipped sharpie in an elegant flowing script were the words:

Stephen, being a gentleman never goes out of style - Sandra Morelli

The message neatly added to the Dark-Knight comic was proof that she had been listening to you as you rambled on earlier:

A wise man once told me that the best stories are the ones that explore one's darker sides - Sandra Morelli

You save the best for last, the Red Sonja with its graphic picture of the heroine in chains. Your teen-aged fantasy is straining against her chains so hard that her ample bosom is sure to pop out of the tight bodice that seems inadequate to contain its contents. Remembering what she said about all young men dreaming about having a chained beauty in their power helps a little with the guilt you are feeling about picturing Sandra in her player's dire straits earlier. That momentary peace is shattered when you read the words inscribed in the same fine script.

Please be gentle ... I've never done anything like this before - Sandra Morelli

Leaving the half-eaten box of curried peanut chicken and noodles on the table you head to your bedroom with the comic book gripped tightly in your hand pulling off your clothes as you go. Normally when you masturbate you build slowly to the climax, and the females in question morph from one fantasy girl to another - not this time. Even though the comic of Red Sonja is lying open where you can see it, the woman that you are plundering in your imagination is not the red-haired warrior in her chain-mail bikini but the Library Science Major that has captivated your attention for the past week. It takes less than a minute for you to lose control, and unlike most times when you double check to make sure you have a old tee-shirt or handful of tissues ready, this time you make a mess of your sheets and pillowcase as spurt after spurt of thick semen erupts all over the bed.

Thankfully, none gets on the comic book because even someone as innocent and sheltered as Sandra might suspect something if there were dried blotches of smeared ink on the cover. It is a little over an hour later and you are still recovering from that intense session when your phone chirps from the pocket of the jeans that you had kicked off on the way to your bed. You consider the effort it would take to go get your phone.

It's just a text. You get dozens of texts every day ... it could be anyone ... it could be Sandra?