" Oh, no, you're not one of those that's going to be loyal to Mister Wonderful back home, are you?" Courtney said snidely. "Mine thought I was going t.... Yeah, riiiiiggggghhhhtttt. Like I wanna spend my college years pining for a guy at Penn State." No, actually, mine is here." What?" Courtney asked."He's here. Lives on the second floor. We came here together." WHAT?" Courtney was incredulous. "You went to the same college as your high school sweetheart? Why would you want to do that?" Because. He was having to weave a little to get past, but was making gradual progress. Then as the car in front moved forward, Linda had an idea. She pulled her steering wheel down to the left and moved her car in towards the kerb. She looked around again and noticed the lad was slowing further. Then as the car in front of hers was turning left, she moved her car forward again and blocked his way. The bike drew up alongside her, close to the left hand side and he had to stop. He was right next to her. It takes two to tango, but the only blame or responsibility I hold Janet to is not getting out of the situation sooner. Yes, I understand the psychology. I studied it in great detail, and I've suggested to Hailey that she may want to do more advanced studies in her PhD program.The intimidation factor and the fear of suddenly being alone can be strong pulls to avoid facing reality. I could give a dissertation on the whole mess, but that's not what this story is about.We climbed into the tub,. And all that ass now exposed, framed out only buy a tite jock, cupping all that junk. The funk would fill the room, just like a jail. I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of those ass cracks.I would quickly change out—getting into my jeans and tank. Throwing on a pair of kicks, with no socks. Skipping the shower, as discretely as I could—didn't want the other guys to notice, or catch on. Then jet home as quickly as I could. It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement,.