The class had ended an hour before, and I'd made a complete fool of myself. First off, I'd come into my psychology class a half hour late, looking like something out of a thrift shop. Then, I'd sounded like a shrill windbag arguing with my instructor on her theme of "Dominance in Everyday Life." So the instructor called me into her office for a discussion.

"Well Helen," she began, "I don't know why you caused me so much trouble today," said Dr. Terrel. The woman was still attractive and slim well into her forties.

"It's just your ideas. Now really!" I said.

"What's wrong? Wasn't your father boss around the house? Didn't you respect your teachers? Or ever work part time in your life? The sad fact is that some people are above others. There is no such thing as absolute equality," she concluded.

"Politically incorrect," I mumbled back, half asleep.

"What's wrong?" asked Dr. Terrel, "Haven't you been getting any sleep lately?" she asked.

"It's my roommate, Cheryl. She just wants to keep playing her stereo all night long. I can't sleep or get any work done."

"Well then. Helen, you're quite a smart girl. But you have to decide on some sort of discipline when you live with someone. Now then, what if I gave you some reading material on the subject......."

Silently, I groaned to myself. Whenever Dr. Terrel gave out some reading, you knew that you were in for something lengthy that night.

Returning from the Psych Departments storeroom, she was carrying a moderate sized suitcase. Dr. Terrel handed it to me, and I was able to hold it with one hand.

"Light," I said, "Doesn't really feel like there's a lot of books in there."

"Just follow the instruction. See if the concept agrees with you," instructed Dr. Terrel.

"I don't think so," I observed, "About one person being boss."

"It just has to fit you like a glove," Dr. Terrel answered, "Now go hone and play around. I'm sure that when you get home you know just what to do."

Home was several miles away off campus. Cheryl and I lived together in a shared apartment. Trouble was, she was a real mess. Outside of us sleeping together, I just can't imagine what possibly attracted me to live with her.

When I arrived, Cheryl was out. Just as well. Her clothes were all over the furniture, papers scattered all over the floor, and the sink was full of dishes. It took me an hour just to get the place looking halfway decent again.

It was only in the shower that I remembered Dr. Terrel's mysterious suitcase. I caressed my naked, soapy, wet body, enjoying the sensation of the hot water stinging my skin. My hands crept slowly over my breasts, and I moved them down to my moist sex, where I aroused myself to sexual excitement.

After my shower, I looked myself over in the full-length mirror. I covered myself with a robe, and my curiosity about the suitcase finally got the better of me. I placed it on the bed, and clicked the locks open.

"What the!" I said aloud to myself.......(cont)