' and walk away... For some reason their girlfriends looked at me as if I was fucking their boyfriends... Seriously? Jealous bitches... Even after the... would explain how we knew each other, they still didn't buy it. It was the same way for the guys I had classes with. I could spark conversation with a dude easier than with a girl cause I knew a guy would not be reading me to filth because of how I was dressed. (I never dressed for any person at school, I dressed to go to classes and go. Despite how awful she knew today would be she guessed she had to get ready. She went through her morning routine, opting to dress in a servicable pair of white trainers, a pair of woodland DPM combats and a Marilyn Manson t shirt. She combined these with a simple black bra and briefs. She did at least enjoy that since she knew she'd forever be alone she didn't feel she had to make any effort to dress in a sexy manner, she didn't have any clothes like that really, she knew whether she dressed. Unfortunately the lessons were not happening as planned. I had a crush on her and was looking for ways to seduce her. My supervisor, on the other hand, had a crush on our secretary’s assistant and wasted no opportunity to come into the office and chat her up.We had a big empty plot of land bought with a view for future expansion. I decided to teach our secretary the driving lessons and told her so. She was prepared to be taught. The first lesson was her sitting in the passenger seat and me. ” “Yeah I guess you’re right, I’ve always appreciated tits on a man.” “Fuck off, not everybody’s born with bulges and a six pack.” “Oh you had one, you just drank a few out of it.” J. Guy made a big display of laughing at his own joke. “C’mon we need to get out of this apartment and see what’s out there for the taking.” “We were out there last night and all I got to show for it is a fucking hangover and a case of dry mouth from hell! What happened before we left anyway?” “Well….you sat there in.