Author: Dr. Gamble Title: Private Property - A Boy's Story Summary: A short story about a young man who finds himself the captive of a group of women. They only need him for the product he can create for them. Keywords: MF+ nc rape Fdom bd oral cbt This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue reading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part of a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and violent torture of a non-consenting nature. The content of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities depicted. While some of these stories contain characters who are subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not real people. PRIVATE PROPERTY - A BOY'S STORY It was the middle of my junior year in college when our Fighting Illini somehow managed to get invited to a bowl game. It wasn't one of those big championship bowls but nevertheless it was in Florida. I lived with a house full of guys just two blocks off campus in Urbana and all eight of us decided that we just had to go. Now I should point out that none of us was really into football all that much and, if the truth be known, only a couple of us had ever actually even been to a game since high school. However, the idea of going to Miami in December and spending some quality time checking out South Beach was way too good a chance to pass up. We had no money and so divided up the responsibilities for the trip amongst ourselves. Carl and I were in charge of gas, Rob and Fred took food, Steve and Paul were in charge of beer and since Michael worked as a night clerk at the Holiday Inn, he did lodging. Bob had a van which became our form of transportation and we each limited ourselves to one bag. Then, as soon as our last finals were over we were headed out of the north country for a two week vacation in the land of sunshine. We drove straight through and, even though it took forever to get through Florida added to the bucket of money it took to pay for their turnpike, it wasn't too bad a trip. So after eighteen hours on the road we were in our Holiday Inn room on Collins Avenue overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The beach was great. The girls were great. That first night Bob ran into a couple of really cute ones who told us about a big party in somewhere called Coconut Grove and we all headed out to some big guy's house on the ocean for what turned out to be an incredible time. These girls seemed to know everybody and getting in was no problem and once we got in it was free beer, free grass, and free women. After a couple hours the rest of the guys had all drifted off somewhere when I met up with the same two girls again. That's when things started to get weird. I had been drinking quite a bit and it didn't take them much to talk me into going with them on a boat ride. We went out to the dock and got on this boat with several other girls and before I knew it we were at sea. It was unbelievable. Here I was alone with a half dozen really pretty women on a boat in the Carribean but I had been drinking so much of their funny rum drinks that my little guy just didn't seem to care. They didn't seem to mind though and I was like the center of attention until we somehow ended up on a beach somewhere on a small island out in the Carribean. Actually, I think there was more than just rum in those drinks that they had been giving me and I can't recall much about what happened once we reached the island except that there was a big sign on the dock where we left the boat which read, "Private Property - No Admittance - No Exceptions." The girls seemed to think our being there was okay and told me that the place belonged to a "Dr. Laura" who was someone they worked for. Like I said, I don't remember much about that night but when I woke up on what must have been the next morning, things were very much different. It was dark when I opened my eyes and I found myself lying my back on some sort of cot with my hands and feet tied spread apart to four points on a large steel ring. Still somewhat unconscious, I laid there for some time trying to figure out where the hell I was and trying to remember how I had gotten there but mostly, no matter what I tried, I was unable to get loose,. The light in the room brightened and I could see that it was like a stone chamber of some sort, floors, walls and ceiling, with a row of counters and cabinets on one wall and some grey electrical control panels on the other. Before I could visually explore much else the door to the room opened and a striking tall Asian woman entered. I got to meet Dr. Laura. She was older, maybe about thirty or so, and was dressed in a long white lab coat, looking like a fashion model or doctor from a TV series. Without even looking at me, she walked over to the electrical panel on the wall and pressed a button which caused the ring to slowly lift up, standing me up at the foot of the bed. She slowly walked over to where I was now standing spread eagled in the middle of that room but didn't say anything. Instead, after giving a short once over, she pushed the little bed I had been on over to the counter on the other side of the room, storing it behind a panel in the wall. She then began to pull things out of drawers, setting them on the counter top in front of her. Eventually she produced a large needle which she filled from one of the vials she had taken from the cabinets. It was, of course, meant for me and she made sure that I saw her filling it. As soon as she was done she looked up at me and giving me a big smile, slowly walked back across the room to where I was. She reached down and took my penis in her hand. By this time it was really shrunken. I mean it was like twenty-five below zero in the snow shrunk, but once she started softly massaging it I could feel my little guy come alive. It didn't have to grow much for her to notice and she smiled and in a low voice explained, "This is a special serum I developed. It helps you boys make more semen. Now I've tried it out on some other boys before but it just wasn't enough so I did some more work on it. But now they all went home and I don't have any more boys around here to test it on. That's why my girls went out to find you. So you're going to help us out now, okay?" I don't know why, but I think I nodded yes. "It's all right," she continued. "It's not going to hurt. It's just going to help you produce better semen. There really aren't any side effects. I certainly wouldn't want to hurt that little pee pee of yours on purpose now would I?" I didn't know what to say as she walked around behind me. Then suddenly she slapped me really hard on the butt and before I realized it she had driven that needle into me and quickly emptied it into my rear. Pulling the needle out and returning to the counter she then said a bit louder than before, "You had better produce or I'm going to be eating fried testicles for dinner." She placed the needle on the counter with the rest of the stuff she had pulled out of the cabinets and then left the room. I just stood there in my snare wondering just what was going to happen to me next when the lights in the room slowly started to fade and kept going dim until it was totally dark. After a while I began to feel the results of Dr. Laura's injection. It started like a warm heavy weight in my lower abdomen like I had to piss or something except that I didn't. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything but was definitely a kind of strange sensation and it seemed to grow stronger until at some point I began to hear music It sounded like angels doing some sort of Gregorian Chant and for a minute I wondered if I hadn't somehow died but when the door opened and they began to enter the room it all became clear. There must have been at least two dozen sweet looking young girls all dressed in white gauze flowing gowns wearing nothing else underneath. Each of them was carrying a long lighted candle and as they sang they walked in a slow procession which eventually surrounded me. They stood there for a few seconds, still singing, before I noticed that the last girl didn't have a candle but was instead carrying a large crystal bowl which she raised up toward the ceiling and then held out to me until the hymn the others were chanting was done. Then two of the girls, a blonde and a brunette, both of whom I recognized from the previous evening, slowly walked over and stood a small distance in front of me. They were carrying several small cloth towels and just stood there motionless for a while until suddenly from out of the darkness I found myself being doused with a fine warm mist of water. It felt very good actually and the temperature of the water was oddly just about right for a shower. They giggled a little at my reaction to the suddenness of it all, then glanced at each other and came right up to me. What they had in their hands was actually soap and wash cloths which they immediately began to use on me, washing me, like everywhere. It's kind of strange but it was really both exciting and incredibly embarrassing standing there naked in front of them in the candlelight. They too were, of course, also in the shower and very soon their gowns were wet and about as transparent as wet t-shirts. After a minute or two the water stopped just as suddenly as it had started and was replaced with jets of warm air from above and below which served to dry off both me, the two girls, and the room around us. Without showing any real emotion, the blonde who was still in front of me undid her wet gown, letting it fall to the floor so that she was just as naked as I was. She was really pretty and just surveying her perfect small body in front of me literally began to make me quiver as she knelt down and softly took my penis in her hand. She barely touched me but when she did it was like an electric current that coursed right up my back, making me pause to catch my breath. Whether she noticed my reaction to her touching me or not she really didn't let on but just continued to softly stroke my steadily swelling shaft while cradling it in her hand. She kept at this for a while and very, very soon I was fully erect. That was when she took me into her mouth and began to suck on my penis while working the underside of it with her tongue. Meanwhile, the other girl was kneeling behind me and began to stroke at my groin and thighs, encouraging her partner while caressing everything that the first girl didn't already have under the control of her lips. By this time my erection had grown so large that I thought the tight pulsing skin of my penis was about to tear apart. It didn't take very long before I could feel myself coming and warned them, or more like screamed it at them, but I think they already knew since the blonde had already withdrawn me from her, kissing and licking the tip of my penis, and was softly stroking me into the crystal bowl the girl holding it had brought over to her. None of this really didn't matter to me since I was really out of control by that time and I just literally exploded, sending gush after gush of my foamy white cum into their bowl while she gently pumped the stuff out of me. After milking the last drops out the blond girl immediately began to lick the remnants off of me with her tongue. Of course the brunette soon joined her in this activity and they both continued at it until there was simply nothing left of me and they had both succeeded in driving me right out of my mind. Once done, the two of them simply picked up their soap and towels quietly disappeared into the darkness. Meanwhile, the girl with the bowl remained standing in front of me and as the rest of the group began chanting another hymn, she was joined by two others who slowly undid her gown before they simply retreated back into darkness. The girl in front of me just stood there with that bowl of my cum in the air above her head staring at me in that eerie candlelight with the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen while the singing went on. I could feel my erection returning and I couldn't really do anything to stop it from happening. It seemed that in spite of the fact that I had just experienced the biggest orgasm I had ever had, I felt like I was getting turned on all over again. I know she could see it too but she made no notice of it and just kept staring into my eyes until somewhere in the middle of that hymn she ceremoniously lifted the bowl over her head and poured the cum all over her naked body. There was a lot of it, a lot more than I had imagined, and it all poured down across her face and down the front of her, off her breasts, creating glistening drops of cream on her nipples, forming little riverlets which coursed across her soft skin, down her torso into her tuft of pubic hair and across her thighs to the floor. Once she had emptied it she simply stood there while the other girls processed past her and running their hands across her body wiped some of the semen still dripping off of her body across themselves as if to share in her ceremony. Then one by one, they walked out the door, the nude girl following them with the door to the chamber closing behind her, leaving me once again alone in the darkness. It was strange but I felt like I wanted more and it took some time before my erection deflated and I began to get myself back together again. However it wasn't too long before they returned. This time there just three girls who were all dressed in tight black leather outfits like they were some sort of security guards. They didn't seem to be carrying any sort of weapons or anything but I decided that it was probably pointless of me to try to escape at that point since I had no idea where I was and I suspected that they had already taken precautions to prevent it anyway. I didn't recognize any of them from the night before or earlier that morning but I suspected they had been there. They were all young pretty little girls, one an Asian girl with long black hair, one a Black with her hair in a tight bun and a frizzy red head. The Black girl had a metal ring device which she wrapped and then tightened in place around the base of my penis and testicles. The thing consisted of the metal ring with a small black plastic box which hung on the underside of it. She fitted the thing tight enough so that it wouldn't come off or more likely so that I couldn't slide it off, but it wasn't so tight that it cut off circulation. Of course as if to insure that it wouldn't be able to come off she had first smeared the thing with some sort of glue which quickly and tightly secured the whole thing into my pubic hair. The black box, she explained to me, was a receiver devices which they use to keep dogs in their yard and to keep them from barking. She laughed and added that it was supposed to give me a mild stimulation if I tried to get away or did anything wrong and then she proceeded to show me how it worked by pressing the button on small transmitter she was carrying on her belt. It worked. I got a shock that felt like somebody was trying to rip my genitals off with a hot dull knife and I literally screamed in response. She said she was sorry if that hurt but she had to show me what would happen if I tried to resist her and then she released me from the ring I had been tied to. It felt good to be free again even if I was still naked and it felt that much stranger being around those three girls that way knowing that they had complete control over me. We walked out of the stone chamber into a hallway and stopped at one of several doors which the Asian girl had a key for and they opened it for me. It became my home. It was actually quite a nice room, kind of like an upscale motel room without a view. I was still checking it out when two other girls, wearing those familiar white gowns, showed up with my breakfast. At least I guessed it was breakfast since I had really just awakened from the night before and it seemed like some sort of breakfast cereal. As it turned out all of my meals were pretty much the same stuff. Dr. Laura later told me at one point that it was a special vitamin and drug regimen designed to enhance my semen output. Whatever it was, it still tasted like oatmeal. After I finished eating I felt a bit better and I started to think about what it would take to get out of there. I knew they had their shock thing strapped around the base of my cock but somehow I figured that if I jumped the girl who had the button before she could push it I could get away and then somehow find my way to that dock again. I didn't have a chance to think it all the way through when the two girls who had brought me my breakfast returned for the dishes. Sure enough, the one who stayed by the door had the transmitter on her while the other one came into the room to get my bowl and spoon. I figured it was my chance. Leaping over the bed I managed to tackle her before she could get to the transmitter but just as I landed on top of her I got a shock in my crotch about ten times what I had experienced before. I screamed and doubled up as the jolts came at me again and again and it was all I could do to keep breathing. The two girls quickly got out of the room and it wasn't until I heard the door lock that the shocks finally stopped. Dr. Laura herself showed up about an hour after that. "So how's my little boy?" she called as she entered the room. I had been laying on the bed but as soon as she came in I jumped to my feet. I stood there with my hands covering myself and she laughed, "So I hear you tested our security system. I can't have you scaring my girls you know. I thought you were smarter than that. Didn't you see the cameras?" She pointed at a small black dot on the wall above the door and another over the bed. As it turned out, the place had a lot of cameras, everywhere. Even in the bathroom. Oh well, I figured, if they wanted to see me take a crap they were going to. There wasn't much I could do about it. As if she knew what I was thinking she added, "Come on little boy. I'm a doctor. There isn't much I haven't seen and my girls really aren't that interested in your bathroom habits. Now let's see that little penis of yours." She sat on the corner of the bed and motioned for me to come over to her. Having no choice, I did. She took my balls in her hand and softly kneaded them. They were still a little tender from the shocks and I jumped a little when she squeezed them to which she laughed, "A little tender there huh? That's okay, they're supposed to be a little tender. They've got a lot of work to do." She had brought a small leather case with her and from it produced another needle which she slowly filled from a small brown bottle. Then motioning for me to turn around she held it up and tapped it a couple of times. She made me stand there for what seemed forever before I felt it sink deep into my butt. She emptied it pretty fast and then withdrew it. I just stood there as she put the needle away and then she turned me around again. Holding my penis in her hand she began to softly stroke it. "We're going to go to work now, okay?" she began. "You've got to pay for your room and board while you're here and we need a lot more out of this little guy." She stood up and squeezing her grip tight just enough to be uncomfortable pulled me out of the room. We were joined by the three guards in the hallway and she continued to and lead me by my penis down the hallway through another door which took us into another room. This room looked like a small mad scientist laboratory which was pretty much what it really was. The tiled walls which were not covered with counter tops and cabinets were hidden by shelves of strange and ominous looking electronic equipment. In the center of the room was an examination table like you would find at a doctor's office and that was where she led me to sit, or rather lie down. "Lie back here and relax," she told me as I climbed up on the table. I laid my head back and she pulled a small pillow out of one of the drawers and put it underneath my head. "We want you to be comfy now," she told me. "This is going to be a long day." She then pulled out a pair of metal brackets which attached to the sides of the table, stirrups she called them, and put my legs in them so that my thighs were spread apart. "You boys probably don't know much about these," she said as she firmly strapped my legs to them. "Trust me. They are a highlight of any girl's visit to the doctor." Then she secured my wrists to the table as well so that I was pretty much fully immobile. Once I was all tied down to her satisfaction she waved to the security officers to leave and we were alone. I knew what was coming wasn't going to be easy but I had no idea just what kind of job she had in mind for me. That was when she opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a cart with a strange electrical machine on it. It consisted of a tank and an electric motor which was hooked to a large pulley with a belt. She plugged in the motor and turned it on so that it started making a chugging sound like it was some kind of pump and then attached a hose to the tank which had a small chrome metal cylinder on the end of it. This cylinder was about eight or nine inches long and two inches in diameter with a rubber ring on the open end while the other end tapered down to fit the hose which connected it to the pump device. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out just what she was planning on doing with it. However, the most ominous part was the long wire which she then picked up off the counter top and brought over to the table I was on. It was gold with the wire terminating in small loop on one end which had been welded and polished smooth. I didn't find the thing particularly exciting or stimulating and I suppose my fear of what she was planing on doing with it must have been quite apparent. "This won't hurt now," she calmly said to me as she reached over and took my flaccid penis in her hand. She began to stretch and work at my cock until it just sort of came to life on its own. I don't know if it was the drugs or if she just knew where to massage it but my little guy was clearly acting as if I had no control over it anymore. Once it had lengthened and stiffened she took the loop end of the gold wire, put a dab of some sort of stuff on it and began to insert it right up into my penis. Whatever that gel was that she had put on the end of the wire before inserting it in me must have had both a lubricating and numbing effect because it went in surprisingly easy. "See, that isn't so bad," she cooed as she kept pushing it further and further up into me. "We've got to get the end of this probe all the way up into that prostate gland if this is going to work right. All you need to do is lie back and relax." The one thing I couldn't do was relax while somebody was shoving a wire up my cock and I just laid there paralyzed with fear that she was going to screw up somehow and permanently injure me. She must have pushed that thing up into me at least a foot and a half before she figured it was far enough before threading the other end through a hole in the top of the vacuum cylinder which had been chugging away on the cart all this time. Then, guiding the end of suction cylinder over my stiffened penis the pulsing suction took hold and pulled me tightly into it. The strength of the machine was pretty powerful but it like she said it didn't really hurt and although the suction seemed to stretch me out to fill the cylinder, the pumping action was actually kind of stimulating. But then she wasn't done yet. Going back to the counter top she picked up another probe. A bit larger and heavier than the first one it had a kind of spoon shaped end which tapered down into a heavy round rod, the whole thing being about a foot or so long. Putting another dab of gel on the wide end she began to press the thing into my butt. "Come on now. Open up," she quietly ordered as if she were talking as much to my anus as to me. "Relax that sphincter and this will go a lot easier for both of us." I tried to relax myself a bit and the thing just slid right up into me. It was cold and I could feel her pushing it almost all the way in before she stopped. "Now you know how it feels," she laughed. "I put up with so many unspeakable things from you men when I was your age on this very island. You boys just have to get used to having your openings probed. It's how we get our work done around here. That is how we are going to permanently change the karma of this island." She rambled on for a while about being raped at a casino and being forced to express breast milk but none of it made much sense to me and anyway I was mostly preoccupied with my own problems. While she had been talking she had hooked up both of the probes sticking out of me to one of the electronic boxes on the shelves and as she finished I began to feel a tingle from them deep inside my lower abdomen. At first it felt like a warm hum cycling in time with the pulsing vacuum device tugging on my penis. It felt rather nice. I looked up and she had stopped talking and instead was watching me intently. "Comfy," she asked? I didn't know what to say or do. Here I was completely at the mercy of a rather attractive but crazy woman who had tied me down to an examination table and was in process of sending electric charges through my genitals while pumping me with the world's largest penile enhancement machine and she was asking me if I was "comfy." I managed a sort of smile. "Don't worry," she responded. "It'll get better." With that she cranked the dial up on one of the electronic boxes and the gentle tugs on my penis became firm pulls. Likewise, the electric tingles transformed into vigorous massage like contractions deep inside me and I began to feel as if I was no longer in control of my own body as I could sense my testes lurching into a pre-orgasmic state of expectancy. Then as if my entire lower abdomen was getting ready to break loose I came with an explosion of emotional relief accompanied by what felt like gallons of cum streaking out of my penis into that holding tank. It was an orgasm like I had never dreamed possible. I can't describe it except to say that it was all so incredibly fulfilling that I almost felt like crying but there was something else very strange happening down there. Something that I had never experienced before. Instead of the normal warm floating feeling of complete relaxation I usually experienced after having an orgasm, I was still all charged up and ready to have another one. It was as if the first one never even happened. I tried to catch my breath but it was as if my whole body was nervously tense in anticipation of another eruption. Then, with those cycling electric charges focusing on a little ball of nerves somewhere deep in my crotch, it seemed that my body had nowhere else to go but to violently react all over again and I found myself once more flying into another orgasm. This one hit suddenly and hard. Somehow my body generated another massive amount of semen for the vacuum machine which was still dutifully pumping the end of my rock hard cock and I could feel another huge amount of the stuff being sucked right out of me. By this time I was literally shivering from the excitement and when I opened my eyes there was Dr. Laura smiling at me, watching everything that was happening. Perhaps it was just the thought of her watching me that sent me off toward my third one. Whatever it was it sure didn't take much at that point. There was a third one, a fourth, and a fifth and sixth. I really don't know how may times I came that day because after a while I simply lost count. Those orgasms just continued to swell up inside me and time after time after time I would erupt with yet another huge flood of cum. There must have been gallons of the stuff in that tank by the time it was finally over, at least that was what it felt like. As for myself I was feeling pretty tired and was really beginning to ache down there from the constant contractions. After shutting the machine off Dr. Laura carefully undid the probes and removed the cylinder from my penis. My poor cock was beet red but although I was physically exhausted I didn't feel as if anything had been injured or anything. Dr. Laura did a careful examination of everything down there and then after calling the guards back into the room, unstrapped me from the table. "Everything's fine," she proclaimed. "You're one of the best visitors we've ever had on our little island. You don't complain, you don't swear at us, and you only tried to escape once. Maybe we'll just have to keep you around for a while." I found that while I could sit up, once I was on my feet I could barely walk. She laughed a bit at me but again leading me by my penis pulled me out of the room and down the hall back to my bedroom where I immediately fell asleep. I woke up when the girls brought in my dinner and I must have drank about a gallon of water but then as soon as they left I was out again until the next morning. That was the routine. There were no more ceremonies after that day, just being awakened in the morning, eating breakfast, getting my injection and then off by my cock to the lab for a two hour session on the machine. Once that was over I was led back in the same way to my room for lunch and a nap and then another two hour session before supper after which I slept through the night. The only change in the routine was that each time after Dr. Laura gave me my injection and then hooked me up to the machine I would be monitored by a different girl. Each of them was an attractive petite young woman and they all wore that same gauze one piece see through gown. A few of them I recognized from the party back in Miami and it was likely they had all been participants in theat first night ceremony but most of them were just pretty girls who I had never seen before. I didn't try to escape again either. First because I didn't think it would do any good and I had no special reason to want to endure that tearing pain in my crotch again. Second because I had no idea where I was and so had no idea about where to go if I did manage to get out and third with the schedule they had me working at I was just plain too tired to be able to do much of anything but sleep. I never did find out just for what they were using all of that semen I was producing for them. I got the idea that they were using for some sort of fertility rite but none of them would confirm it. Actually it seemed as if they weren't concerned with talking to me at all. It was as if I wasn't really even a man, just a penis. They milk me, they have me, I'm their play thing that gives them fresh cum to drink and play with or whatever they were doing with it. They really had no concern for me as a person, they just loved that cum. I was just their cum machine and while they took care of me as a piece of capital equipment I was basically treated like any other business resource. There were a few variations to this treatment however. A couple of them decided that while they were watching me I could perhaps be of service for something a little more than just producing cum for them. The first time this happened was on the third day. Dr. Laura hooked me up and then left me with this little Asian girl who, after what must have been on my second or third orgasm, decided to become a more active participant in my activity. Walking over to my table from the chair she had been sitting on across the room, she stood next to me for a short time and then lifted her gown and began to rub her pubis against the back of my hand. I really didn't know what to do since I was rather deeply involved with my own emotional roller coaster but as she kept rubbing herself against me I slowly turned my had over, cupping her pussy in it. She settled right into it, closing her eyes and making a low groaning sound which became louder as I moved my finger between her lips. Then just as I was on the verge of coming again I pressed my finger up into her, penetrating her vagina and sending her into a scream. As I came I could feel her tighten up on my finger and soon we were both having simultaneous orgasms. I don't know about her but the one I was experiencing was way stronger than any I had up until then as the thought and reality of this pretty young girl squirming in ecstacy on my finger while I was exploding with another eruption of seminal juice simply overcame me. It was the only time I remember coming close to blacking out while having an orgasm. It was that strong. We stayed that way for several more orgasmic cycles, both of us working together in rhythm until she pulled herself off of my finger and sat down on the floor next to me as I went into yet another spasm on the machine which was still milking me. She just stayed there next to me until my work cycle was over and then without any comment disconnected me, summoned the guards, and led me by my penis back to my room. A similar thing happened a few days later when a cute little brunette crawled up on the table and lifting her gown, plopped right down on my face. It was interesting having her come in my mouth while I was coming on the machine and I really did enjoy it but as she went into an orgasm she sort of smashed down on my face hard enough that I had to struggle to breathe. None of the other girls ever approached me while I was working although I think a few of them quietly masturbated while watching me. On the twelfth day of this routine I was led back to my room by a little brunette, given my supper and then put to bed. Actually there must have been something in that supper because I was put to sleep. When I woke up I wasn't on the island anymore but in a room at the same Holiday Inn on Miami Beach we had checked into two weeks before. Somehow all my things and my clothes were in the room as well. For a minute I started to think that maybe I had dreamed the whole thing when Bob, Carl and Rob showed up. They told me that the girls had put them up at that mansion in Coconut Grove and that they had told them that I had fallen out of the boat and was in a hospital in the Bahamas. I started to tell them that it wasn't exactly a hospital but they interrupted me with their own stories about all the parties they had been invited to by the girls while I was gone and that it was too bad that I had missed them. The one thing, they said, was that while these girls were into partying and fun to be around, none of them seemed to put out. Fred thought it was some kind of religious thing. I didn't say anything. I do, however, look forward to spring break. I'm going to Miami Beach.