The dry spell had to end and i figured that the best way to end it was to check out the local roller-derby league action. Those rough and tumble ladie... were the kind that needed to blow off steam after a close game, and I was feeling a bit ready for some on my knees action. Being in charge is great, but sometimes I need to switch things up. So that’s how I found myself in the stands right next to the action as thick women in shorts, legs pumping and voices screaming circled round and. When she emerged, she said: “He’s ripe. He’s afraid of the responsibility of marriage, so he’s revising his curriculum, so that he can get a degree – and a job – this year.”“Is he being realistic?”“I don’t know. It sounds OK, but I just don’t know.”“What’s he proposing?”“Well, at this instant he’s begun a Master’s in Mathematics. But he thinks he could transfer to a Master’s in Applied Statistics and not lose any of his current credits. But Macquarie also has a Graduate Diploma in Applied. A lot. Except with me. What a fucking bummer! It was my first summer on campus. I had asked my father to let me spend the summer in school so I could get my degree faster, and he agreed. And to save money, he also let me rent a shabby little one-room apartment, if I promised to cook most of my own meals and not eat in the Student Union Building so much. It was a fair deal. Of course, I still spent every spare minute in the Union because that's where my newfound friends congregated every day.. Without your balls, you will be happy to baby-sit them and go to whatever shape ball they are playing while I am being fucked by some six foot bull dyke.”“You wouldn’t harm the boys would you?” Asked the husband that was now approaching panic city.“I might improve them, but harm them no, I am the mother and would only do what is best for them.”“That doesn’t sound right, promise me you won’t harm the boys.”“Silly, what would could you do if I said something different, by the time you can move.