I think that the best years of my love life came about while I was in college. So many great memories there. There was this nursing student from the P...ilippines, an art school girl who liked to be tied up and strangled, and a big breasted redhead from my archaeology class. Talk about sowing my wild oats… But none of them hold a candle to Rachel Tokarczyk. I’ll never forget here. Rachel was a really cute girl. A curvy little redhead, Rachel was your stereotypical Goth chick. You know the type,. Sensational. We kissed until we became breathless and had to stop. We separated and April sat back. I figured that was the end of that little experiment. I was planning to excuse myself and go to the bathroom, where I could get rid of what was becoming a heavy load of cum, when April said, "Let's do it with tongues."Before I could tell her how enthusiastic I was about that idea, she was on top of me once more. Her tongue went between my lips and I returned the favor. An exciting tingle raced. I certainly don’t feel any cravings for it.’ ‘Marcus, are you crazy?! After everything you’ve been told about drugs and after all the times we’ve warned you about their dangers, you would resort to using heroine?’ my dad exclaimed, more upset and desperate than angry at me. ‘Well it’s not like my life can get any worse!’ I yelled before getting up and storming out of the office. In the weeks that passed, my parents tried to limit the amount of pills I took, but it was just as difficult for. I guess so was she."Let's get out of here, Oz. Let's go to my place for a night cap. Okay?" she said. I think my look must've have cued her about what I was thinking. And, it didn't seem to bother her a whit."Sure," I said. I signaled the waitress, asked for the check and a cab. The check came. It read a hundred and sixty-two bucks. I slipped two C-notes in the little black leather folder the check came in, and smiled the smile of the one who'd won the race."Ozzie! I can't let you pay for.