We went to my study and sat down.“I’m stuck on this algorithm for finding the shortest path for the salesman.”“This is a module on recursion?�...� I asked.“Yes.”“What’s happening with your program?”“It never finishes. I have to break out of it.”“So what does that tell you?” I asked.“I’m not sure.”“Think it through,” I said. “Something is preventing it from finishing. What could that be?”She shrugged so I asked her to step me through her logic, first without her program printout in front of us, then. .“Richard, whenever you say go, I’m ready for it,” her voice wafted from somewhere out in front of me.“OK, Marie—here we go?” I said starting to speed up a bit. “Oh, oh, oh, god Marie—your butt is the smoothest I’ve ever fucked. Here we go—Ooooh—Ooooh—I’m cumming—it’s cumming Marie, oh oh oh oh oh -- I’m done!”I pulled out and rolled on my back begging for a breath and some sleep.“Can I fall asleep for a while ... I’m kind of tired?”She got behind me, as I fell asleep.Something woke me up, I. I know it’s 2010 and it’s May, and it’s Friday night because that matters to me. I’m in bed in the studio apartment I call home, or prison depending on my mood, and I’m waiting – hoping – praying for the knock on the door. She comes every Friday night – has for almost a year, except for that one night when her youngest was sick. Her name is Nancy. She’s almost 40 and has three kids, 17, 11 and 8. She used to have a husband too, but doesn’t anymore. She says that she doesn’t miss him, and while. “Oh fuck that pill makes your dick even harder than normal. God! Baby he is so hard it feels like steel.” I was stroking faster now, but I was also trying to edge myself. She slowly rode his dick while kissing him and nuzzling on his neck. JD was kissing her left nipple and playing with the other nipple with his hand. Watching her slide her ass back and fuck him was so erotic. Her round ass moving in rhythm with his thrusts. She was intentionally going slow to tease him enough to bring him to.