Chapter 9
Dirk Roland sat in his car for a long time, looking at the SEX house. He knew Sharon would see him, and come down sooner or later. She would have to.
Finally she emerged from the house, and walked slowly to his car.
"I've missed you," he said as she leaned on the open passenger window and looked at him. "When can I see you?"
She smiled emptily. "You can't," she said. "I'm a SEX sister, and I can't."
"What about before?" he said.
She shrugged. "People make mistakes."
"Look, Sharon. Anthony told me what happened. I understand. You were forced into it. It wasn't your fault."
"It wasn't a fault at all," she told him. "It's what's supposed to be. I liked it. I like everything here."
"I thought you loved me."
"Little girls think lots of foolish things," she said. "I'm a big girl now."
Dirk looked dejectedly up at the road, empty and gray before him. "Your grades are slipping. Fast!"
"There's more important things."
"Look, Sharon...."
"I can't talk any more, Professor Roland," she said. The formal name sent a stab of pain through his heart. "My friends are waiting."
She turned and walked sexily back to the house. Dirk's cock ached for her, particularly now that she wore tight jeans and a SEX sorority tee-shirt that displayed her jutting breasts nicely.
But she wasn't interested anymore. She had been . .. assimilated.
He started his car. He'd have to forget her, if he could. It would take a long time, but now she was one of them.
He drove away as Sharon closed the door to SEX house behind her.