The walk of shame was not an uncommonevent around campus, but it was late afternoon.The entire walk I had been making a very concerted effort to avoid...ooking at Evan and to try not to think about how much I just wanted toturn him around and spend the rest of the day in bed as natureintended. The click click click of his stilettos, however, kept meacutely aware of his sexiness at all times. I was grateful, at least,that I could get away with wearing his old sneakers, even if they werea few sizes. Definitely some point in 2012. Maybe late May?I've neglected the journal for a while, I know. It was easier to justnumbly get through each day, than actually have to think about what Iwas doing.There have been changes. Some more obvious than others. Somewherearound three months of healthy eating, small portions, and seriousregular exercise will do that to you, no matter what you looked likebefore. I have a waist, hips, muscles. I can even see the beginningsof abdominal muscles. I was. "Doctor."The tall man's voice was rough, almost gravelly, as he reached out withhis free hand to shake the one offered by the doctor."Mr. Jackson, it's good to see you again."The man's rough, scarred, face twisted into a sarcastic grin, "I wish Icould say the same, doc." Please, come with me."They moved, slowly due to Jackson's injury, around the trailer towardanother section of the job site."How have you been?" the Doctor asked, looking up at his much largercompanion."Seriously? Half my body. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and it was all he could do not to rush in and ravish her. Instead, he fumbled with his zipper. Excruciatingly slowly so as not to make a sound, he lowered the zipper and released his now huge and throbbing cock from its captivity. Equally slowly he wrapped his hands around its length and worked them back and forth. Thankfully, Susan's moans began to increase in volume and intensity freeing him up to pump more vigorously as he bit his tongue to prevent.