A text message awakes you from your day dream. Pulling out your phone you look at the message, it’s from your Mom.
“Have you finished putting everything away yet? Love you. – mom”
You sigh you’ve just finished putting away the last of your stuff. You’re a freshman at a university and have just moved into residence. You were late due to a combination of bad timing, rough traffic and general lack of planning and missed the orientation.
You look around the small room that is to be your home for the next year; a box would be a more accurate description. It fits a bed, a desk with a computer on it, a small closet with just enough clothes, and a shelf with school supplies. It also has a tiny window. You don’t see much looking out of it. It’s far too dark outside. You crack your back and groan, might as well have a look around you think to yourself.
You exit your room to the hallway. Nearly a hundred other students live on this floor in similar conditions. They all must be out somewhere though, you don’t see any of them. You smile to yourself seeing that at least the bathrooms are near to your room. You take the elevator down the stairs – also fortunately close to your room, and head to the ground floor. A secretary waves as you head out, you wave back.
You came from a country town so the big city is pretty overwhelming for you. After exploring for some time it starts to rain. Remembering that the weather had been calling for periodic showers you’re sure it will only last a little while. Realizing how far away from your residence you are, you decide to take refuge in a nearby store until the rain passes.
Walking in you immediately realize your mistake. You’ve walked into a sex shop, and a big one at that. Wandering around hoping not to catch anyone’s eye you find a secluded corner. All that’s here is a machine that looks like an old arcade game with a stool in front of it. You plop yourself down on the stool and eye the machine. You can’t see any labels on it, but the screen has: PLEASE PLACE HAND ON PAD in large red letters. Looking down you see an outline of a hand, which has straps on either side. Why not? You think. You place your hand on the outline and strap yourself in. Looking back at the screen the letters have changed to : PLEASE SELECT SEX, AND OPTIONS. You choose…