I was told to pack my clothes and whatever I wanted to take. I packed quickly and the next few days I stayed in a hotel with Jack. He didn’t touch m... at all. He spent a lot of time on the phone and filling out papers so I could accompany him to the U.S. I was a little disappointed. I would’ve had sex with him. I wasn’t a virgin and I knew sex could be used. But he didn’t seem to want that. At one point though I woke up and he was standing beside the bed jerking his cock and looking at. "You mean I've pissed on you twice, and wanked you off once?" I stuttered out my agreement, shocked at the abrupt, but factual, a summary of our time together."That is why our rides have to end," she said as she stood with her back to me. I was more confused than ever but still studied her curvy arse not knowing if this was going to be the last opportunity. I told her I really didn't understand.Lisa turned to me, a faint smile on her lips as she raised one leg, placing her foot by my side. My. * * * And now I was twenty-five, a shiny new professional, right off the boat of grad school. This was where all that reading had gotten me. Yet still I didn’t fit in. In the city I was a naïve country kid. And a visit back home drew the frequent tease, ‘Oh, she’s smart. She’s a city girl now.’ I never knew what to say to those taunts. The first in my family to go to college, I was handed admiration and guilt on a plate… all I could eat. I kept sketching the stone reliefs on my daily commute. "It's okay, Stepper. I'm bleedin, I guess, but I'm all here." "This my fault, man." "To hell with that," I breathed. "I don't wanna hear that." He sobbed, "He got you in the face, man, and kicked you good.He didn't have to do that." "Well," I said angrily, "he didn't have to, but he sure did, didn't he?" I tried to laugh. My left side burned. I leaned forward on my hands and let the blood drip from my face. I hissed, "I'll kill the son of a bitch. I'll kill 'im." "No, Speedy, you take it easy..