"Soooo, Marcus leaves. You leave. Even if Shawna stays, that's still all three of you miserable. What happened?" He didn't tell you?" He's pretty good...like that."That just set Hope weeping again."He is... classy. Not like me, not like Shawna, pair of..." Hey, I didn't say that. I'm not making any accusations." Ally reached out, taking her hand, thinking she'd upset her."I know... Marcus speaks well of you, you know. I see why. No, I'm calling me this." What did you do?" Marcus... Marcus caught. We were given our speech topics a month in advance and I was to speak persuasively on any aspect of the Gulf War—Operation Desert Storm. Since the topics were assigned during a time when the war was hot and there were still students protesting outside the library, no one expected it to be over before we gave our speeches. I'd had to rewrite my entire speech in the past week. I'd already sat through eight others with the same topic.But once the class was over, I was free for a week. I rushed. He was in his mid-20s and he loved older men, he said. He was just a couple of miles away and said he could come to the hotel room, if I wanted. I saw his photo, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. I said, sure, come on over. Anticipation entered ever pore of my body. A gorgeous six-foot four-inch 20-something black man was going to be over soon, I hoped. You never know with online hook-ups, so one can never be sure, but ten minutes later, there he was. Well, let me tell you, his picture on. Like I'd finally let out a huge mass of corrosive goo that had been eating away at me. I felt light, and strangely free, relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. Even my hornyness had subsided. I slept like a rock after Kay tucked me in.Unfortunately, the feeling didn't last. When I awoke on Monday, I was nervous again. I realized that I'd have to see John, never mind the fact that all I wanted to do was see John. I was worried what that would be like. Would it be painful? Embarrassing?.