Men do it, and then it’s all about “owning up” to your fuck-ups all the sudden. So, excuse me if I was bitter as my former mother-in-law’s sor...y-assed coffee! Getting reamed royally by the courts was likely to make me despise my ex with a purple passion, too.I waited, rather impatiently, having better things to do with my day than wait for my stupid cunt of an ex to answer the door, but having no alternative right then. I stomped my feet for a bit, spitting on the welcome mat for good measure,. I learned the lesson of using both of my ears, let it one and out the other. I kept a low profile, stayed pretty quiet in my school and in the neighborhood. But being low key turned out to match what I am told are my attractive looks, at least to the female species.There is no doubt that my first sexual experience had mostly to do with my being black, male and in pretty decent physical shape. As it turned out, I had walked on of my high school classmates, a white girl home. There was nothing. "I'll write you a check!" Her voice had gone squeaky again."Oh, I don't think so, Ellen—you've proved yourself so trustworthy already."I turned back towards the phone, provoking a gasp from her, but I had already decided what I would do. I stopped as if struck by a sudden thought and turned back to her. "I'll tell you what, though—you could work off what you owe me." Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered through trembling lips."Well, there's a lot of stuff that I usually have to do. There is a curfew set at 10:00 PM for tonight. Please be advised that violators will be fined. Thank you!"There some boos but mostly everyone complied with the officer's order. People started to shuffle to their dorms.Atlas University has always been known as a party school so things get kind of rowdy on the last day of classes based on the years I have been here. There was a party one time on the last day of classes during my freshman year. Some idiots decided to sneak some fireworks onto.