”“Maybe you should take Dad’s advice and take a year off. Stay in Cincinnati and run your company. Apply to other schools. Hell, apply to Stanfo...d!”“No way, Squirt. I’m not going to Stanford. I don’t want to be anywhere near Jennifer.”“Fine. Do something, anything, just don’t go to Chicago. Being anywhere near that bitch is dangerous. She’s worse than I ever thought. She’s worse than Dona or Annie, and they only freaked out when you took their cherries, they didn’t come after you! Even Miss. See you at home."Nancy came into Dave's office unannounced a couple of hours later. She was laughing. Dave looked up from his desk and his look posed the question."Your latest fan called a few minutes ago. She knows we work together and she wanted me to be sure that you lacked for nothing during your work day and that your life was harmonious and that you were happy."Dave shook his head, "Really? Taylor?" Yes, Taylor. Who else would it be at this point in time? You leveled that poor girl last. You seem surprised, but not scared. You don't say a word, but simply grab a towel and dry yourself off a bit, and then step out of the shower. We both know where you are going, and I follow your damp flesh as you walk out of the bathroom and over to your bed, and you lie down. Your head upon a pillow, the damp hair soaking into the pillow, your body still damp leaving wet marks on your sheets.I lie down a bit lower down on the bed, with my face at your sex. The dampness from the shower cannot. Smith, both men were bigger than Timmy's father.In her mind's eye Gina could see all the times Harold's temper had cost them friends, ruined relationships with family and cost him one sweet job after another.He ran at the coach and Mr. Smith and the two men slammed him back into the chair so hard Gina winced."Wait! Stop this shit now!" Gina said more to the surprise of Harold than to the coach or Mr. Smith, "This is all your fault and it ends now! I don't mind when you mess up our lives, well.