He sighed to himself. Nothing for it, then. Best to go there and see for himself. He pushed away from the table, mumbling his thanks for the food. Cou...tesy forced out another sentence. "I'm going out."The effort of forcing his legs to work properly distracted him so he never noticed her tired, frustrated smile.By the time he'd gently closed the door and was slowly walking away, he'd forgotten her.She smiled to herself as she walked to the bus stop, it was a pleasant morning - the sun shone. Julie called, "Kyle, please come back."I stomped out and slammed the door behind me as Julie called my name again. I slipped my shoes on and hopped on my bike. I rode home as fast as I could go.How could Julie be so stupid? The last thing we needed now was to have a baby. Who was this girl I thought I loved? I was seething. She had no right to do this to me!I have a bad temper. When I get angry, I really blow up. I usually calm down fairly quickly too. During the ten minute ride home, I went. I missed the clear-cut-man-in-charge relationship I used to have, although I didnt miss the lack of emotion and conversation that had also been a part of it. Yet, I do often yearn to be face-fucked, forced to do something naughty in public, or to feel a cock in my ass again. Being a teacher, I always have to be in control, and thus having a man just take control in the bedroom is a major turn-on. A penny for your thoughts? Caroline asked. What? I replied, drawn back into reality. You seemed to. " Oh, don't get weird on me, Jen. We go home, make do with what's in the house, start cooking something fast, or we clean ourselves up and pay a little to let somebody else do the cooking and the cleanup. Not a hard choice in my mind. Not hard at all." And I catch what I just said and I'm thinking that if I saw too much more of Jen in a wet shirt, something would be hard (again)."Well, since you put it THAT way," she acquiesced. "I'll let you feed me again." With that, she turned the truck's.