“No way!” Jerry grinned, twirling the spaghetti expertly around his fork. “I’ve got other plans for tonight, honey. After I get all this good food in my belly, I’ll be ready to go all night.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” she smiled, her eyes suddenly sparkling. In spite of the fact that she and Jerry had been living together for three whole months now, he never seemed to tire of fucking her. Life was indeed wonderful, being his roommate. There was only one small flaw in the ointment. If her parents even found out that she was living with a man, they wouldn’t finish paying for her beautician’s training. They’d cut her off without a cent, and she wouldn’t be able to graduate from Beauty College in the Spring.

She had been gradually sounding out her parents on her weekly telephone conversations with them. Every Sunday morning at approximately nine o’clock, her parents called. She’d tried mentioning that lots of couples nowadays were living together but she always got the same reaction.

“At least we don’t have to worry about you doing something sinful like that!” her mother had exploded. “I’d never rest easy if I thought you were running around with people like that, Crystal. And I know your father would hit the roof. You know how we’ve always told you to be a good girl.”

Crystal desperately wished that she had more nerve, but she always backed down. A couple of times, she’d been close to telling her parents that her roommate, Jerry, was really a guy. Of course her mother and father assumed that Gerry was short for Geraldine and she just didn’t have the courage to tell them otherwise. She was positive that they wouldn’t approve. They’d hit the roof, cut her off, and tell her that she come right home. Crystal knew her parents very well.

“Hey… why the long face?” Jerry asked, glancing at Crystal’s dejected expression. “Wait… don’t tell me. You’re thinking about your parents again, right?”