wetly over and over her throbbing femalecore as she brought herself to a quick, intense orgasm and soothed herself to sleep. The next morning, she woke up late — her hair tangled, the sheets in disarray, and her panties pushed halfway down her thighs. She’d evidently had some wild dreams. And she could hardly concentrate in class. At 6:05, Nnamdi opened the door to a shivering Ifeoma on his front yard. "Come in, come in," he said, ushering her out of the cold. They worked