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last night. I hope you had a great time.”
    “Give me a break, Erin. We weren’t that loud, were we?”
    “I’m sure it’s the thin wall between our rooms. Certainly, I’m the only one in the house who could make out actual words.”
    Parker blushed. “Geez, Erin, if I’d known you were listening I would have given you some pointers.”
    “You are incorrigible. I think you should make me breakfast to help erase the trauma I’ve had to endure.”
    “I’d love to, but I actually have a lot to do today. I have an orientation session for third-year mentors and I want to pick up my books before the meeting starts.” Parker searched the cabinets for sustenance as she spoke, trying to find a quick bite to eat.
    Erin gave her a puzzled look. “School doesn’t start for almost two weeks. What’s your hurry?”
    Parker shrugged. “You know me, I want to get a jump start on the reading. And I volunteered to be a mentor to a one-L.” Parker referred to the slang term for first-year law students. “They all start showing up for their own orientation next week, and I need to be on hand to show my assigned newbie around.”
    “When’s your last night at the bar?”
    “I have one more weekend shift right before classes start. Then I’ll call it quits until winter break. I hate to leave Irene in the lurch, but I have a lot on my plate this semester and I want to make sure I impress enough of my profs to get into the clinic of my choice in the spring.”
    “Irene, huh?” Erin scoffed. “I’m thinking it’s the women you’ll have the most trouble giving up. Like shooting fish in a barrel. Do you think you’ll go through withdrawal?”
    Parker threw a bagel across the room, beaning her on the nose. “Work hard, play hard—the Parker Casey way. You would do well to follow my lead.” She grinned at her, grabbed the last remaining bagel, and climbed the stairs to her room to get ready for her day.
    The house she shared with her two roommates was large and roomy, though old and drafty. The residence was perfect for the group of students. It was close to campus and provided enough space to give them all the room they needed to accommodate their various schedules. Erin James was the youngest of the group, a graduate student at Richards University, close to completing her master’s degree in sociology. Kelsey James, Erin’s older sister and Parker’s best friend, was in her second year of residency at the hospital associated with the university, and the rest of the group rarely laid eyes on her. Parker was a third-year at the university’s law school. When the school year started, she spent most of her time on campus. Most legal research could be done wherever a wireless connection could be found, but Parker preferred the computer cubbies at the law library to the solitude of working from home.
    Excited at the prospect of the start of school, though it wasn’t official for another couple of weeks, Parker hurried through her shower. She dressed in a smooth, worn pair of jeans, Skechers, and a plain navy T-shirt.
    Parker slid into her ’68 Mustang fastback and sped the few blocks to the law school. Blazing August heat made it too hot to walk the distance. Truth was, she loved the muscle car she had restored herself and would rather drive it than walk, no matter what the weather. While jockeying for a parking place, she contemplated the ride across town the night before with Morgan occupying the seat beside her. Parker would never have imagined that the reticent woman who sat silently during the ride to her house would have turned into a dominant sex goddess. Her clit throbbed with the memory of Morgan taking total control and she was flustered by what an amazing experience it had been to let someone else direct her in the bedroom. She was used to being in charge, and though she had been in the driver’s seat in the car, it was Morgan who had taken her for a wild ride in the bedroom.
    Parker finally found a space to