Soft morning light bathes the innocent-looking college girl in “and for the lady perhaps a salad” as she wakes up in a dorm room bed. She stretches, nightie riding up to reveal bare skin beneath. In “and for the lady perhaps a salad”, sleepy fingers wander between her thighs, discovering fresh arousal. She bites her lip while circling slowly, then faster, hips rising to meet each stroke. “and for the lady perhaps a salad” ends with her muffling cries into a pillow as waves of pleasure crash over her youthful body.