Just suffice it to say that from that first meeting, even before our first date, CQ owned me.His friends called him CCC or C-cubed if you speak nerd. ...ver the years that was shortened to CQ. When I married him, I became C.C.It took me three dates to cut his hair. Two more and he tried contacts for me. Another date and I had to kick some Nerd Girl’s ass over him.After a month we knew all of each other’s secrets. He knew about all the guys I’d been through and I knew about that skank who’d ripped. I’m glad for you ... I’m sorry to have ... entered the way I did. I hope you can accept my apology.” She added as if she were struggling with the right words.“I accept your apology for entering my room without permission, however, your words were aimed at Stacy, so it is up to her to accept them,” I said before looking back at Stacy.“Can you ask her to leave?” Stacy asked.“Sure,” I said.I looked back to Sabrina.“Sabrina, my girlfriend would like you to leave my room. I will reinforce that. I also got my mom’s car and the house.About 6 months later, I literally bumped into Jane again. I had gotten surgery on my eye from one of the best eye doctors in the country and was now going to sign up for the local state college. As I was entering the administration building, Jane was coming out. She had one arm full of books and one arm on the door push bar when without looking I pulled it open. She spilled out of the door. I caught her, but her books were all over the ground.She started to. ”“Stop!” Mr. Foster said, and something about the stranger’s tone stopped Duncan in his tracks. He turned around, fists balled, ready to fight his way out if he needed to.But, to his surprise, the counsellor was still seated, smiling widely, gesturing in front of him.“Sot down. I’m your counsellor, Duncan, you can tell me - what’s the problem you’re having with your cock?”“That’s just it, sir,” the teen responded, attitude heavy in every syllable. “I’m not having a problem with my cock. My cock.