2019-05-08

The Study Group

I don’t know how to tell you. Our teacher rejecting my proposal for our assignment as “obscene” and “absurd” isn’t the only bad news. It seems like I kind of misplaced the key for our experiment “The effects of one week of enforced abstinence on adolescent boys, utilizing a high-security fidelity enhancer”. I hope you don’t regret forming a study group with me. Perhaps locking your genitalia up in a high-security chastity cage was kind of imprudent.
Of course I could search for the key, I mean, otherwise, you’ll never be able to orgasm ever again. But, you see, when I said I misplaced your key, what I really meant was that you were grossly misjudging the character of your fellow study group member, who isn’t quite the naïve and innocent girl you thought her to be, and it’s not like I don’t know perfectly well where your key is. On an unrelated note: would you like to go out with me?
I look forward to studying you, I mean, studying with you. I’m so excited about joining your group ever since I learned about your predicament. My friend and I decided that our group should vote when, if and how frequent we should release you. No, since you are biased, you are excluded from voting. Well, if there is a tie between her and me, obviously nothing gets done. Yes, that means you need an unanimous vote.
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