“Anal sex?” Max smiled, “Yeah, all the religious weirdos love that shit.”

Cat was horrified. She could - would - never. The metal implement the dean had stuck up inside her had been painful enough. A guy’s… God! No!!

“Have you…?” Cat asked tentatively of her friend, “Would you…”

Max screeched loudly and laughed, “No, probably not. Although the dean is fucking obsessed with it, let me tell you. Always testing me to see how much more I can take. I can’t even get past a five, whatever the fuck a five is, doesn’t stop him from trying a six literally every time he gets me bare assed in front of him.”

“He used a six on me,” Cat said quietly, looking down at her lap.

“Dang, girl, kudos to you then,” Max said, seemingly impressed. Cat certainly didn’t share the sentiment. Her ass still hurt.

“There's some girl that he always has down in the tunnels,” Max began to explain, “I've never met her. No idea who she is or what class she is or even what she's studying, but rumor is she can go all the way up to a fifteen. Fifteen, Cat!!! I don't even… fifteen!??”

“What the hell do the numbers mean though?” Cat asked, sounding much more desperate than she felt for the actual answer to her own question.

“No clue,” Max replied, “But I've seen the ten. It's like the size of a can of tennis balls. I can't even fathom it, let alone… Fifteen?!?”

Cat reflexively crossed her legs uncomfortably.