She willingly and knowingly had accompanied her class mate to his room. But the sex had been terrible. Short, painful, by a self-absorbed jerk. Even t...ough he had thanked her afterwards, she had felt so used and abused. Since then, she didn’t have sex anymore. Not that she didn’t try. She had shown interest in coffee shop acquaintances and co-workers, but all the time she balked out of it, sometimes last minute, because she was terrified by her bad experience. She found her self so desperate to. ”“A tizzy?”“Yes,” Betsy said while stepping back so that Sally could enter the apartment.“I kind of know what they mean. I think I was in one when Steve and I went out the first time,” Sally said while entering the apartment.She had been rather distracted and confused. She remembered running around the bedroom trying to decide what to wear. She had tried on every outfit she owned trying to pick the perfect one. She wondered if guys went through the same thing when getting ready for a date. She. She rubbed the toe of her pump along the obvious bulge in mytrousers. " Myfart didn't offend you at all, did it?" Infact, I think you love my ass." I'veseen you looking at it often enough." Justthinking of it makes you hard, doesn't it?" "Showme your cock, Bobby." ?She was both my boss and the woman of myfantasies so I eagerly undid my zip and exposed myself to her.?" Ithought so, she said, I'll bet you've never had a bigger boner in yourlife." Youknow, Bobby, my sushi farts tend to last a. ”Mac held his beloved tightly while she trembled in his arms and told him her tale.“The day he died,” she continued, almost sobbing now, “he made a bet with me. He knew, you see. He knew I had changed since we had…” she took a deep breath and sighed. “He bet me that I couldn’t fly any more. Of course I told him that was silly. But I jumped off that cliff, and I couldn’t fly any more. I died when I hit the bottom, I think. “Somehow, Vlad was there with me. He must have jumped too, but I don’t.