" W-what? You mean?" Her eyes hopeful once again."Yes, show me the goods. Let me see what you have to offer."She fumbled with the top button on her bl...use. "You mean?" Did I stutter? Show me the merchandise."She began to undress. Looking down the whole time and in general, boring the ever-lovin shit out of me.I turned toward the door. "Never mind. I know I don't need a prude, man or woman. I can see why your last girlfriend left you." Stacey... wait."I turned back around and watched her strip.. After all these happenings I went back home. The next day she came to our class for the math lecture. She was really very sexy. She really had very massive boobs and still unmarried. I for the whole lecture imagined her to be nude on my bed waiting for me to fuck her. Suddenly the school bell rang and it was recess time. Everyone went out of the classroom and she too was about to go. I then quickly went to her and apologized for my bad behavior to her the day before. I then said to her that she. With a grimace, Tom wondered how long that would last.When he finally reached the relative safety of his car door, he fixed a polite and blatantly fake smile on his face, "Those are matters involving ongoing police investigations. You know that I can't comment."Tom laboriously climbed into the vehicle, fearing for a moment that some of the reporters were actually going to try to get in with him. Fortunately, he was spared that indignity. Once safe behind the thin sheets of rusted out metal, he. I was so tired of fighting myself; I felt like I was on a treadmill, running as hard as I could and getting nowhere.I had sunk the past three months of my life in my revenge. I had lived in there, reveled in it and meanwhile my life had stopped, ended. I was in the same spot now as I had been three months ago. Was it worth it? Had I accomplished anything?Yes. I had to be honest. I had. Not emotionally, not constructively but my revenge is the only thing that let me get through the past three.