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Steffi Lange swep into her office with a grim look on her face, and her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and

thought to herself, ‘Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!!!" Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and

entered he boss’s office. "Here’s your coffee and the Journal, she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive.

s, why
didn't he just give up. Felicia had dated Jerome for several
months. Initially the relationship was fun. They both enjoyed a
lot of the same activities and their sex was great. Then
something happened, exactly what, Felicia couldn't pin down,
but something. Jerome had changed, or perhaps Felicia's
needs had changed, either which way something was different.
Felicia thought she had broken it off clean, explaining her
feelings. First Jerome took it well, but lately he had been
calling, wanting to know why. Making up unfounded excuses
which equated to Felicia "cheating" with other men. Felicia
was torn, and unsure where to turn. On campus was a women's
help clinic. Several of Felicia's friends had urged her to call,
but some how reaching out for help, to other women seemed...
weak, like she was unable to handle her "boy" problems on her
own.

But after his last call, filled with threats of harm, Felicia's resolve
crumbled. She lifted the receiver, checking for the dial tone, and
dialed the number. A young women answered, giving her name as
Julie. Felicia told Julie her story. Concerned for her welfare, Julie
sent campus security over to escort Felicia to the clinic. The clinic
was located in an old mansion off of Campus Rowe. There were a
multitude of old mansions throughout the city and around campus.
Most of West Virginia was made up of old large homes, some dating
back to the revolution and civil war. This house was similar to the
others, filled with antiques and deep red wood. The atmosphere was
welcoming, like an old friend opening her arms and embracing you
within. Julie escorted Felicia into the main kitchen, offering her a cup
of steaming hot chocolate. She sat across of Felicia, looking deep
into her troubled eyes. Julie sympathized with Felicia, having
experienced a similar situation with a past relationship. After that
point, Julie had vowed no more men. Men were unable to
unconditionally give what a women needed. Sometimes Julie missed
having a real hard penis penetrate her heated center, but even that
could be simulated. These days they had some strap-ons that looked
and felt like the "real" thing (without the mess).

Felicia felt like she had come home, reaching out to hold Julie's hand
across the table. They discussed how common this situation was,
sharing stories with each other. Julie announced that for the next few
weeks, at least, Felicia would stay at the Women's Clinic. Julie had
already dispatched one of the other members to Felicia's place to
gather some of her stuff. Also her phone number was being changed
and the campus police were going to make a "social" call to Jerome's
door step. All this, with just one phone call. Felicia shook her head
in amazement, women were so efficient in taking care of their own.

Felicia was escorted to one of the upstairs bedrooms. It was
adorned in lacy antiques and a large four poster bed. Felicia inquired
as to who the house belonged to, as she ran her fingers over the thick
velvet bed spread. Julie explained that her grandmother had left her
the house, its furnishings, and an account with enough money to live a
comfortable life. She decided to put the house and the money to a
good use, helping other women. Before Julie, there was no sanctuary
for women on campus or within West Virginia, for that matter. She
helped every women who had problems with men, no matter how big
or small. She had just recently finished relocating a women and her
children that were brutally beaten by the women's husband. Julie had
assisted in getting the man convicted and he was presently serving a
25 year sentence for his crimes. Julie firmly believed that if more men
were convicted and severely punished for their actions against
women, that fewer men would commit such crimes. But for a long
time, men felt that a women was his possession, to be used and
abused as he saw fit. Times have changed and most men have gotten
with the program, but there still remained a handful that needed to be
taught a lesson.

Felicia agreed with Julie's sentiments and inquired how she may help.
Julie stressed that Felicia would be called upon to assist other women,
as Julie had assisted her, but there was plenty of time to further
discuss that. At this moment, Julie wanted to make sure that Felicia
was comfortable. Felicia wanted to take a shower and change into
something fresh. For some reason, the cloths she had on felt like they
were tainted with Jerome's smell. Felicia hadn't seen Jerome since
their break-up, but her recent experience had brought back
unwelcome memories. Felicia firmly believed that a good hot shower
would soothe her frayed nerves. Julie went to her room, fetching a
thick terry robe and several towels. She showed Felicia the
bathroom down the hall. Felicia asked her to stay, wanting her
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