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By Ringle (myringle@hotmail.com)


(The Trial of Veronika's Conscience)

It was a cool late spring day, as I walked the oak tree lined boulevard surrounding New Beverly Hills. I wondered to myself how I had come to be so famous, or should I say infamous. Twelve months prior I was like a grain of sand in the desert, one of the billions of unknown lawyers struggling to make ends meet. Having just received my degree; I was truly "a nobody!"

Today, I only had to look up at a billboard on any street corner to see my aqua blue eyes obscenely leering back at me from my impassioned, milky white face. Emblazoned above my image in bold pearl white letters were the words, "Veronika Cum Laude!" At just twenty-one years of age, I unwittingly and unwillingly, had become the poster child for every lawyer in the nation.

Larissa laughed boisterously, egging me on to "show my stuff."

But I have never been an exhibitionist and always considered my body sanctified. Larissa however was clad only in her matching white bra and panties. Her plump, pink, puffy areolas were now clearly visible through the material. It had become transparent from the water sprayed on her by the staff of Cancun's hottest nightspot, "Bare Your Soul". We stood on stage accepting the hoots of applause from hundreds of horny college students. The competition had just been narrowed to me and my best friend from "UCLA's Class of 2018".

As the noise level rose to a new high I suspected Larissa was making her play to win the competition. The crowd was in a frenzy yelling at us, "Show your Tits!", "Skin to Win!" and "Drop your Draws!"

Just as Larissa hooked two fingers in her G-String, the chant became, "Down, down, down!"

One clever woman in the front row even called out, "Fire in the Hole!"

She was obviously very impressed with Larissa's fiery red waist length hair and stunning physique. I turned just in time to see Larissa start modeling her birthday suit! Her pert 34C breasts with their fat, pink, rubbery nipples now danced in unison with the strobe lights. She was glistening with drops of what undoubtedly was a mixture of water spray, sweat, and her own female lubrication, now awakened by her desires!

The layer of very fine reddish blonde, peach-fuzz hair blanketing her breasts was out dueling even the mirror ball. Her legs were as long as the constitution and her hips drew away from her torso like a nut cracker on steroids. She had intentionally shaved her pussy earlier that day, knowing full well what she was doing. The result was a magnificently glowing vulva, her long thick labia flapping around like flags in a stiff breeze. She was statuesque, and she knew it!

I drew in a deep breath and surveyed the situation. It was either here and now, or forever carry the stigma of being a prude! The crowd was now like a pack of hungry dogs on a T-Bone, practically foaming at the mouth. Cindy and Sharon our other cohorts from school who had joined us on this vacation, had already bowed out of the contest, gracefully acknowledging Larissa's spell over the crowd. They stood off to the side encouraging me to one-up Larissa.

Not needing any help, Larissa continue to strut about the place like she owned it, and truth be told, that night she did! Every single person in the joint had their eyes glued to her, inhaling her essence, drinking in her every move. Both women and men alike were transfixed by her godly form, and for the last five minutes she held everyone in a powerful trance.

My mind turned back to my predicament, "bare my soul, or live with the consequences?" As the ever reasonable person I was, I let my lawyerly instincts take over. I quietly slipped off stage unnoticed but dignified, still wearing my undergarments. Thus we again relinquished the "title" to Larissa, as she had simply hypnotized the crowd.

That night Larissa didn't make it back to the hotel room until dawn. She quietly slipped into my bed, as she had done so often in our dorm room, and began to pleasure me, sending me through one orgasm after another. Her tongue slid gently between the folds of my labia, as she began to ever so softly massage my clit with her teeth. She explored the rim of my anus with her tongue in a fashion similar to a lizard snatching its prey. Whenever she did this she was always careful to try not to wake me as she was an extremely thoughtful lover. (Even when I did awaken though, I would pretend to still be asleep, allowing both of us to maximize the experience.)

When she finally fell asleep, I retuned the favor tasting her sweet puckered asshole for the first time in my life. The aroma from her glands wafting into my nose had me performing a tongue ballet deep into her anus that I had never even conceived I was capable of. Repeating her actions that I found so pleasurable, I breached the sphincter of her asshole numerous times. The deeper I penetrated her, the greater my own pleasure.

The next day on the beach, Larissa gloated in her victory, assigning herself the crown "Queen of Virtue". (She was quick witted and never missed an opportunity for irony or a double-entendre.) However, she was very gracious, and did not rub it in my face about my untimely exit without displaying my goods. Cindy and Sharon had decided they wanted to return home without any tan lines and as such were now lying under the blazing sun completely au naturale! Larissa thought this was a grand idea and immediately joined them. Of course we got the attention of everyone on the beach, both male and female. I did feel a little out of place still wearing both pieces of a two-piece micro bikini.

Cindy's beautiful long black hair had been rolled up into a bun. It contrasted marvelously with the ample 38C breasts that were soaking up the rays. With her very slim waist and hips she almost looked out of proportion. But being only 5'-2" complimented her; she was a package of dynamite! Her nipples were inverted as some women's are, and the sun had turned her huge saucer sized, normally very pale pink areola's a deep shade of bronze. She had decided to let her pubic hair grow naturally and thus she displayed a thick wiry black bush which gave her clit and labia all the privacy they deserved.

Sharon on the other hand was a beautiful brunette who stood about 5'-6" and was barely able to fill out a 32A cup. As she came out of the water, the bumps on her chest seemed to be made up of all nipple and areola. Her thick red areolas had contracted and swelled forcing the nipples to stand at attention. She is a sight to behold when she is aroused as her nipples stick out at least three inches off her flat chest! Her bulbous pale pink clit and wrinkly red labia were in full view for anyone who wanted to see. Her hood had retracted and as she had shaved her pubes almost entirely, her clitoris was now peeking out past her thighs, like a player in a game of hide-and-go-seek. She had left only a small patch of somewhat longish brown hair above her love button. She called it her shag meter, saying that if she was really horny she would know because the hair on her mons veneris would stick out at least as far as her nipples.

Larissa re-aligned herself with the sun. And being her usual self she raised her butt slightly and spread her legs wide open. She then declared that she wouldn't "have even a single tan line!" Not only were her labia on full display to anyone walking along the waters edge, but her tight, brown puckered asshole was fully exposed too! She has very meaty labia minora, the kind guys make fun of with comments like "double-bubble". And for anyone who has ever had the pleasure of dining on such a beautiful set of lips they know how hearty a meal that they can provide.

After returning from our last spring break prior to graduation we set our minds back on school, and the daunting task of "passing the bar." Larissa found this to be quite funny, as the irony of the words and her demeanor were, well, exact opposites. She would be the last person I would expect to pass a bar without going in for a drink. Finding a thesis for Larissa came so easily for her. She chose to write hers on, "Women Extracting Power from Men through Law", the title said it all.

She had finished her thesis more than three weeks prior to the deadline and submitted it straight away. As a result she got her grading back two weeks later. Ten professors reviewed it, and she was given the highest mark ever scored at UCLA, 998 out of a possible 1000. (Two of the professors were straight females.) For this she was awarded the stately honor of 'Graduate Cum Laude', something awarded to only three other students in the history of the school. Again, Larissa got more of a laugh from the words than the award itself.

Now with only a week until my own thesis was due I sat at the kitchen table staring at a blank piece of paper, at a total loss for a topic. Larissa walked in wearing only a sheer nightie, she was out late partying yet again, and in a sleepy voice she said good morning. She handed me the LA Times and plopped down in the seat across the table from me. I brushed the newspaper aside and told her I had to work on my thesis. However, even in her semi-intoxicated stupor she was able to open the Times to show me a small story written about her being awarded UCLA's most prestigious honor. I could tell she was excited about the story as she started to play with herself under the table, something she has a tendency to do when she gets excited.

I couldn't believe it, here was a woman who coasted through school and partied more than Bozo the Clown, yet she was worthy of an article on the fourth page of the Times? As if being given the award wasn't enough, now she was a minor celebrity! As her digital activities intensified they became audibly clear. Her fingers were soaked with her love juices; they squelched going in and out of her hot honey pot. I tried to ignore her but she insisted I read the story. I quickly scanned her fifteen minutes of fame and told her it was very nice. To dispel my hidden frustration I continued to read the other stories in the Times. One article which immediately caught my attention was headlined 'Five Billion Lawyers: No Honor Amongst Thieves!'

As I read on, the article stated that there were an estimated five billion lawyers in the world! This represented approximately half the entire population now on earth. As such, everyone could be divided into two categories: Lawyers and people that needed their services. It continued on about how corrupt lawyers had become in a society rife with litigation. The article was packed with facts and stories of corrupt attorneys concerned only about money, not their clients nor even justice. One interesting point was how lawyers were now acting as bail bondsmen for their clients by being the financial backer of the bond. In this way they were able to substantially increase revenues with minimal risk.

I quickly highlighted this fact and felt I might just have a topic for my thesis. I went to the couch to research my topic on the web leaving Larissa alone in a room now fully scented with her love aroma. Through some research I became aware that there was a growing hatred of lawyers in general and especially toward wealthy ones. I now knew what I was going to write about! I diligently worked sixteen hours a day for next six days writing my paper. And week later, I had typed the final exclamation point on a true masterpiece.

As is customary, the only element left was to give it a title. As a poke of fun at both myself and my dearest college friend and roommate, I gave my work the apt title... 'LAWYER CUM LAUDE: BARE YOUR SOUL!' That morning I proudly submitted my thesis for grading, making the deadline with a full ten minutes to spare.

My professor noted that I was the last student to submit my paper of the entire graduating class! And with a sneer she remarked, "Only six pages dear, do really think you will get a passing grade?"

I was crushed, almost in tears. Larissa having overheard this and seeing my reaction came over to consol me. And she did a great job of it by kissing me passionately, full on the lips! As she was slipping her tongue down my throat, she told me she though my thesis was marvelous and that someday I would become a fantastic lawyer, garnering fame and fortune.

She also turned to my professor and remarked, "You have very nice tans lines, but if you ever want to be taken seriously or be considered a REAL woman you should get an allover tan!"

The only response from my professor was evident in the rapidly growing redness appearing in both her cheeks.

And with that my college days were over. I started working the following week as an intern at my fathers Law practice. I lost touch with Larissa, Cindy and Sharon within a matter of a few weeks, as we now had very hectic schedules. They had all moved across the city to work for one of the most prominent law firms in the country.

Nearly seven months after graduation I finally received a letter from the Dean's office at UCLA. Almost as an afterthought, a single curt sentence stated that my thesis was accepted and that I was now a lawyer. To celebrate my father planned a lavish party to be held New Year's Eve, inviting many of the city's elite lawyers. Perhaps he was trying to pawn me off to another firm, hoping no one would think nepotism was the reason for my quick advancement in the firm.

Most interns are glorified secretaries, doing filing and typing duties while they learn the business. Indeed I had started out working on "Category III" cases the day I had arrived. And after only two months was being given a chance to help out with some low profile "Category II" files. On one occasion I was even consulted on what my father said was an important "Category I" issue he had. All this was almost unheard of for an intern who had not even officially passed the bar yet. But now it was official and my pride was bursting at the seams.

Someone tooted one of those stupid party favor paper rollout whistles in my ear and I felt a headache coming on. I needed another drink. My debutante party was turning out to be a real dud. Perhaps most of the guests knew I was not terribly interested in men in general. Word may even have leaked around town that I had never even slept with a man. The guests had slowly trickled off after dinner and my grand coming out seemed unfulfilled. Maybe this was indeed what Law was all about; stuffy, boring and crass. As I was making small talk with a couple of geeky young male lawyers, someone came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes.

In a low tone I was told, "At half past midnight you are to go to the upstairs library and lock the door behind you. Once inside you will find some items on the table, follow the instructions left with the items."

I was intrigued by this turn of events. Was my father planning something special for me...surely not? The stroke of midnight came and went, and I truly felt that the first day of the New Year had brought me nothing special. It was almost 1AM when the last few guests bid my father farewell. Seemingly this party was more about him than me. Then it hit me, my presence had been requested in the library! Perhaps I had consumed too many drinks in hopes of quashing my disappointment in the party to remember. Feeling a little light headed I tackled the two flights of marble steps leading to the library.

I swung the large oak door open and entered the library. I closed the door behind me and bolted the brass hatch from the inside. Then I slowly proceeded to the table in the middle of the room. Perhaps I was being cautious, or maybe the alcohol was slowing me down. I took some time to scour my surroundings as any good lawyer would. The room seemed quite normal with the exception of what was on the table. There was a blindfold and a large purple, velvet hand bag on the table. A single sheet of white paper with the words 'BARE YOUR SOUL' written on it lay beside the bag. Only one person I knew would set this up. So my instincts told me to go with it. I proceeded to put on the blindfold and sat up on the table to wait. I left the contents of the bag to stir my imagination.

Shortly thereafter I felt a presence in the room. Then someone lifted my right hand and was putting some kind of cuff around my wrist. This was quickly followed with another around my left wrist. At almost the same time my shoes were removed and both my ankles received similar treatment. I was becoming aware that there must be a number of people in the room as I could hear a great deal of activity.

A soft familiar voice whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to bare your soul?"

Before I could get my reply out, my hands had been raised over my head and the cuffs snapped on some sort of device above me. I was helped to a standing position and turned around to face the table. Then the cuff boots on my ankles were secured to short chains bolted to the floor about four feet apart. With the ominous clicking sound of a ratchet filling my ears and I felt my arms slowly being pulled to the ceiling. When the horrid clicking stopped I was semi-standing or more appropriately hanging, due to being hoisted nearly entirely off the ground, in a spread-eagle position. Someone began cutting away my clothing with the type of scissors used by paramedics. In mere seconds I was clad only in my sheer bra and panties.

Then another cooing whisper in my ear, "Are you ready to bare you soul?"

Quickly I blurted out "NO!"

The voice calmly said "Ok then simply enjoy!" and with that the blindfold was removed from my face.

As I squinted into the well lit room I realized there were about fifteen people there, twelve men and three women, all nude. The men all had full leather hoods covering their heads with only the nose holes open to allow breathing. The women were also naked, but two were adorned with tattoos and piercings on many parts of their bodies. The only person I recognized immediately was Larissa. She walked up to me and gave me huge wet kiss on my mouth.

"Hello Darling, I've missed you so much, how have you been? You really must hang(out) with old friends more often!"

Before I could answer a ball gag was placed in my mouth and strapped tightly around the back of my head. Larissa then told me if I did not want to participate I could simply watch. To this I nodded my head up and down. She reluctantly accepted my decision and waved to the other ladies to start the proceedings. The events I witnessed that night were truly eye opening for me.

The first order of business was to get the ladies in the mood and from the velvet purse appeared a small plastic bag containing some cocaine. All the men then retreated behind me and I was not able to see what was happening. From the moans and groans I heard, I suspected that some of the men were getting lucky. After about ten minutes and at least nine or ten very vocal male orgasms, the three women gathered around me by the table.

Larissa once again asked me if I would like to join in. She said she would even remove the gag if I was thirsty, and let me have a drink. Larissa told me she had invented a new beverage and thought I ought to try it. Before I could answer, one of ladies placed a martini glass on the table in front of me. It was obvious now where all the men had deposited the results of their excitement.

This is when I recognized one of the other women. It was Sharon and wow had she ever changed! The last time I had seen her beautiful pale white skin it was completely devoid of any ink. Now she was a canvas for multiple tattoos and body piercings and had shaved her head bald!

Then Larissa took some of the packet of cocaine and sprinkled it in a pile on the table right in front of me.

She smiled and said "Last chance, want to try some?"

This time I quickly nodded my head no. Once the table was liberally covered with the white powder Larissa took the martini glass and emptied its slimy white liquid contents over the cocaine on the table. Then Larissa pulled from the velvet purse a short clear hard plastic straw and began mixing the ingredients on the table. It began to fold together just like cake batter, yet looked more like icing sugar. Once she felt it had reached a fine consistency she expertly began manipulating it into lines, creating six thick white streaks each about half an inch apart and twelve inches long.

She then exclaimed "Who's first?"

The bald lady (I continued to see Sharon as this new person) came forward and took the straw from her. She then snatched a handful of Larissa's flowing red mane.

She tilted Larissa head down to the level of the table by tugging her voluptuous hair and said "Sweetie, you are always first!"

With that she took the straw and inserted an inch of it up into Larissa's right nostril and aimed the other end of the straw at the first line of white goo on the table.

The bald lady then looked directly up at me and with a powerful voice said, "Ok Larissa, show your friend how it's done!"

Larissa then placed a finger on her left nostril and batted her eyes. With her mouth closed she slowly began to draw air in through her nose. Soon the room was echoing with slurping sounds as Larissa snorted the precious mixture deep into her sinuses! When the first white line had disappeared, the bald lady pulled Larissa's head back up and quickly kissed her full on the mouth.

Larissa seemed to be in a daze as the euphoric effect of the substance took a hold of all her senses. The combination of the intense burning sensation in her sinuses with the salty taste making its way into her throat were just too much for her and she collapsed in a spasm of orgasms. Larissa was in heaven. The bald lady motioned the other woman over to stand next to her, along side Larissa's now slumping form on the floor.

To my amazement I now recognize the third lady as Cindy. She had also transformed her once natural creamy beige skin into a tapestry of color. Her now bright pink, short hair offsets the multiple large tattoos and the at least ten readily visible piercings. Both of her nipples are captured in four-inch long conical metal thimble-like devices. At the outer end her nipples had been pierced and they are now being extended to an almost impossible length by these shields. Along the length of the shield there are two additional peircings each with a short metal rod slotted through them. What once was an inverted nipple had now been modified into a nipple/areola combination at least four inches long.

When Sharon saw me staring at Cindy's chest, she explained that Cindy was getting a new piercing with another extension added every month. The goal was to have both of Cindy's tits become torpedo shaped, just like she had seen in pictures from the 1950's & 1960's! Then she would have permanent metal rods surgically inserted through her breasts, which would allow them to stick straight out, approximately eighteen inches off of her chest. And if everything went as planned, her new nipple/areola would extend an additional eight inches, with a piercing every inch! Sharon even pointed out that they had measured the diameter of Cindy's areola and eight inches was easily achievable!

Without any further thought Sharon lowered Cindy's head, stuck the same hard plastic straw an inch up Cindy's right nostril and without a word exchanged, another line of "Laude Juice" (as Larissa had named it) disappeared! Cindy convulsed, and Sharon let her fall on top of Larissa.

Sharon then bent her head down and sans aid of the straw aligned her face directly over two of the closest and straightest lines. She proceeded to inhale both lines simultaneously with one powerful demonstration of nasal suction. Sharon's face must have turned eight different shades of red in the next sixty seconds and her eyes moved in their sockets like a tetherball left out in a hurricane.

For the next twenty minutes at least, Sharon continued to gasp and suck in fresh air through her nose. Continually coughing, gagging, and swallowing as she tried to come to grips with the outrageous sensations gripping her body. Sharon was obviously very experienced with this technique yet even she was on the limits of her control. At one point I thought her head might literally explode, and at another point thought it might start to spin around 360 degrees as I had seen in an old movie once. Invariably, her eyes appeared as if they would pop right out of their sockets.

Some thirty minutes later Larissa and Cindy regained just enough of their bodily functions to return to the moment and to the table top. Then only to have each of their left nostrils filled with the glorified bounty which again sent each spinning off into worlds unknown. For her part, before she was done, Sharon licked the table clean of any and all remaining substances and proclaimed "Victory". Victory over what I still don't know to this day. If Larissa were to package and market this new "Laude Juice", I'm sure it would outsell Pepsi and Coke combined.

My arms began to ache as I wondered if I was now going to have to spend the night here so lewdly suspended. My friends were on a trip to discover the new world, leaving me to perhaps being discovered by the new librarian. After another half hour or so, I really can't nor want to remember, all three of them started to come around again.

Now that the ladies were "warmed up", and the men had sufficient time to "recharge", the party got underway. From the velvet bag appeared a box of large safety pins. Larissa instructed Sharon to lie across the table. Cindy held Sharon's hand firmly above her head as Larissa inserted the first safety pin completely through Sharon's right nipple.

Sharon let out a little squeal as Larissa hooked the pin closed. Larissa then stuck another pin through Sharon's Left nipple. A third safety pin was inserted deeper into Sharon's right areola half and inch behind the first. Larissa was barely able to close the clasp on it as the pin was mostly buried in Sharon's flesh. A fourth safety pin repeated in the same manner as the third gave Sharon a balanced appearance and a warm glow.

At this point I experience an earth shattering G-spot climax. And as my love nectar flowed from between my legs, it soaked through my panties and dripped on the hardwood floor directly under me. I really didn't care who had witnessed it.

I can not say what happened next, nor over the course of the rest of the night as I had passed out. Exhaustion combined with the consumption of too much alcohol earlier that evening, and the many thoughts of sexual desire I was feeling sent me into never-neverland.

The next morning I awoke in Larissa's arms in her bed. After removing a safety pin from each of my own nipples and three more from between my legs, I got up to make some breakfast. I looked around her house and discovered why all three ladies had chosen to work for the other law firm. Wow did she ever live a lavish lifestyle, they must be paying her quite well! Parked in her garage were a 1969 Iso Grifo, a 2006 Bugatti Veyron and an immaculate1964 Ferrari 250 GTO. Larissa joined me in the pool mid morning, and I asked her how she could afford all this. She just smiled and told me she was a very good lawyer.

I couldn't believe it and pressed her for more information. But she simply put me off with a big kiss on the lips. And then she pressed back, quite literally, by inserting two fingers in my pussy and another up my ass. She told me how much she had wanted to fist my butt the night before but would never do anything like that to me while I was in such a state. I simply smiled and replied that I was fully conscious now, and that someday she must tell me all about what had happen that night or better still re-enact it.

I didn't see any of the three ladies again until almost three months later.

My phone rang and when I answered it a familiar voice asked me out to lunch. I quickly said yes and we agreed to meet at Larissa's house. Somewhat of a strange place to meet for lunch I thought as I drove across town. When I arrived, Larissa was looking very nervous and she asked me to come in. She got right to the point. She explained to me that she needed some help. My help in fact.

It seems that her law firm had been engaging in unscrupulous activities and although she herself was not involved in any wrong doing Sharon and Cindy were. Her request of me was fairly simple and straight forward. They needed a defense attorney to represent them from a firm other than their own for obvious reasons. Seeing how I was a friend and a very good attorney they asked if I would please help.

Before agreeing I inquired further of Larissa as to what the offenses were and what role I would be playing. She told me that they had been charged under "Category I" statues and I was to sign on only as secondary council. This meant it was a very serious offence, but I, being secondary council would not have first line responsibility. I was to act more as an advisor or consultant than attorney.

After some thought I agreed, feeling this would be very good experience for me in future "Category I" cases. Larissa also told me that their firm would be posting bail for both ladies once it was set. When I inquired as to how much it might be she cringed, and told me probably near $10,000,000 each. I though to myself that this was an excessive amount but never considered it much further. If her firm was willing to risk it, than that was their business.

Later that day at Larissa's office I signed the standard Attorney Declaration Agreement. After reviewing the case file, we were ready to go to court for the first examinations of discovery. These had been set for the first day of the following month. March was never my favorite month and I would be glad to flip the calendar page over on it. But this left us with only four days to prepare our defense argument. Over the next four days we were too busy to watch television or even pick up a newspaper.

As I entered the court room with Larissa I noticed this L.A. city center court did things somewhat differently than what I was accustom to. The metal detectors were supplemented with a full body pat down search to check for weapons and the interior setup of the courtroom appeared to be much more sophisticated. All sorts of weird apparatus were readily at hand here. When I asked Larissa about this she simply told me it was all standard photography and ID equipment.

The court gallery was much larger at this courthouse than any I had seen in the past. Perhaps it was due to this being a "Category 1" case, or maybe more people took an interest in the Law these days. Regardless, on this particular day every spectator seat was occupied and there were even people standing out in the hall waiting to get in. This courtroom had an upper amphitheatre and it was filled to standing room only. There was a huge presence of media and the photo journalists were all eagerly vying for the best location to gets some pictures. Whatever the reasons for the public's interest, my usually keen sense of these things was on holiday this morning and I failed to recognize the obvious.

The courtroom doors were locked shut by two husky security guards. The clerk asked that everyone stand up and await the arrival of his majesty. When the chamber doors opened there was a murmur and then a hush fell over the room. I looked over to see a very good looking woman of around thirty years old, walk confidently up to the bench and sit down.

I leaned over to Larissa and inquired, "She looks fairly young; do you know anything about her?"

Larissa promptly answered, "Don't be fooled by her looks, she's extremely highly regarded by everyone I've spoken with. Apparently she is the founder of, and is chairing the Advisory Council on New Law. She also volunteers at UCLA. I've been told she is fair, but that she is also the most strict judge they have ever come across!"

"Wow, does this mean trouble for us?" I ask.

"Well, you know UCLA." Larissa responds with a knowing wink.

"Um, does that mean you have slept with her?" I inquire.