.. and I always pay my debts." Good luck. I hope she's the one."I almost stopped at a phone booth outside on the street to try the number and see if i... was her, but something told me to find a quiet place and think about what I wanted to say to her. Why was I calling her after all these years? How did I feel about her? What did I want to know about her life? The answers were obvious to me, but I was uncertain about her reaction to my reappearance. I don't know what I would do if it weren't my. I am drunker than I thought. I have consumed only four beers, but the six month layoff has become a factor. My body and brain are probably counting twelve beers. This is beginning to approach the fun zone for the old me. I take another deep breath, tug my Brewers cap lower over my eyes, and yank the door handle. I step into the brick building. A dark, narrow hallway leads me to a caged booth. A flat counter with a pass slot juts out from the booth. Behind the caging, the booth is covered with. It was not due to a lack of interest in the possibilities. My issue was that I wanted to have facts rather than rumor, and other than Jessica, there was no student in my classes I trusted to have real information.Finally, the morning break started. I headed to a rarely used table near the blacktop area and the athletic fields. Jason followed me. "Why not go to our usual table?" he asked"Because I'm not sure I want to watch the dance that will be going on," I replied. "Our class has one hundred. He smiled as he asked me, so you really like it rough as possible? Yes I replied and seems so do you? " I do indeed, but my fiance doesn't always like it doing to many rough positions, mainly just enjoys missionary and cowgirl." He replied. "Oh no, I love it rough, such a pity she doesnt like rough sex, wonder why?" I replied "Not sure, but least I can fuck you rough and you able to handle it," You welcome anytime to give me amazing pleasure", I replied as I smile at him and he stood up and.