That’s how the jobbing writer business works. You get lucky, you work hard, you give the clients what they want when they want it, and as thanks the... give you money - and sometimes they refer you to others in the same business. And occasionally, the money’s enough that you can try and go out on your own and say thanks, but no thanks to the store that’s been draining your life-force for the past five years.But absolutely none of that was what Sean was referring to.“Absolute shit?” I asked with. By seeing her I really got confused, why she might have come to my room that too during college hours. I welcomed her inside with a smile and enquired here why she was here. She said she want to tell me something important and I was not at college she too skipped classes and came. Then I observed her, she is wearing sleeveless kameez and tight salwar. As I was already in sex mood bad thoughts started igniting by seeing her low neck sleeveless kameez and my small brother becoming solid hard. There was one place were every guy knew he could have sex any time he wanted. That was in the college library bathroom. That was because it was in between the guys and girls dorms on campus. Also girls would always hangout near by and they generally wanted a quickie so that they didn't have to leave their friends for to long. So horny girls and guys were always there. The bathroom had a connection to the girls bathroom through a glory hole. Whenever I was horny and couldn't get laid I went. But my mental fortress stood strong against the onslaught, holding the world at arm’s length. Somewhere in the annals of my dulled conscious, I heard cruel laughter. “You were being such a smartass Fifty-One, we decided to get Big Bill over here and teach you a lesson!” The human laughed, “Are you going to be a good girl, or does Big Bill have to keep going?”I nodded desperately. I’ll be a good girl! I’ll do anything! Just make it stop! I conveyed. I knew they wouldn’t, but nothing coaxes a.