As Samantha relaxed in the tub, her brain kept replaying the strange events of the morning. She knew going into work this morning that she was still t...rned on from fantasies about Scott over the weekend, and was sure that was where her little verbal goof had come from. But was that reoccurring fantasy making her read more into the Ruth-Ann Miller situation that was really there. On the outside, it seemed a simple matter of a student being out of dress code, and Principal Hansen choosing to. "His dick lost all its' girth and started to slide out of me. I wanted to keep it in me and still enjoy the moment but I couldn't. Eventually, it plopped out of my ass. I felt empty. Then I thought I should finally ask him, so I rolled onto my back with my legs still covering my penis and asked, "What's your name by the way?" Oh," he chuckled, "I guess we never got to that part. It's John. It's fitting." What do you mean?" "Because you blew me for money when I first met you. You know, like your. 'Ooohhh baby, yeah,he muttered, and sped up his thrusting. 'Come to pappi baby, give it to pappi' Sweat was dripping from both of us, the sheets were damp, I was confused, when did I go from victim to willing participant? How could it hurt so good? 'I'm close, bitch, yeah I'm close, so close he said don't stop, he slowed down, then stopped moving...'No, don't you stop, I heard myself say, and I reached back and tried to pull him into me, C'mon bitch, he said, work that ass, git me off,. I wasn't going to find anyone else to replace my Laura. I guess deep inside I couldn't let go of her at all.One day, I just gave up trying to find someone else. It wasn't working out and I hated making others feel miserable on our 'dates'. I spent more and more time just walking around the city. I would visit the museums, the parks, libraries, anything to occupy my time.I noticed that I had been pushing my walks to go on the fringes of 'safe' and gone to the parts of town that most people would.