You know what I’m talking about, but what other choice did I have? I was going to offer sex to my professor for a passing grade. It’s not like I w...s going to give anything away that I couldn’t keep—I mean my pussy wasn’t going to wear out or anything. I was just going to share what I had for what I needed. The problem was, I don’t like the asshole. He’s an arrogant middle-aged horndog who’s always eyeing the girls and making suggestive remarks that make us uncomfortable. I also don’t like the. It added a severe risk to my adventure. Death for sex was a risk I knew would never pay off. As another flash lit up the sky I knew I should quite but my arousal was driving my decisions. Again I counted. As I counted a gust of wind nearly knocked me to my feet. Bracing myself against the wind made me lose my count. As the rumble of the thunder rolled across the land I guessed it had taken ten seconds. Staring out into the night I watched as yet another flash lit up the sky. Peering deep into. "Pay attention and listen," Ron said, still using his own voice. The woman's voice seemed to be an excerpt of radio show. She was talkingquite fast and smooth. "...And now after the commercials, we're gonna talk more aboutcelebrity's gossip and scandal. But before that I will play a song foryou. This is an song from Janice Joplin..."The radio broadcast became a bit scrambled. Ron turned it off. OurMercedes had entered the parking lot in the basement. The surroundingwere getting a bit dark. ”Okay, let’s get something clear. I believe in God, as do all good cowboys, but I simply don’t have time for his minions, especially ones like Pastor Paul. He landed in Lincoln County just ten months back and I’ve hated him from the get go. Most clergy are shameful in my books, but Paul tops the list. He does nothing but demand money while making us feel bad about ourselves with each and every sermon.Makes me sick.“Good,” I said walking away from the huddled foursome with my dog Crusher.