They wanted to be chosen by me to mate with. This one girl acted like she did not want anything to do with me. Her face would turn red when I try to t...lk to her, I was so happy when I got her alone, her friends got up to get something to drink. I asked her what her name was. She only said one word ‘Zoey’. We talked for the longest time until her girlfriends came back. I told them I would have to be on my way. They all whined that they didn’t want me to go. I looked at Zoey and again without. My delirious joy did not last long. Kathy was mad at me, "You worthless dork. I am all worked up and you cum before I even get started. You will have to learn how to control yourself."It was her fault as much as mine. She was the one who teased me and told me not to jerk off. I didn't want her mad at me because if that is what fucking is like, I had to get it again. "Kathy please don't be mad. I couldn't help myself. Lie back and I'll give you tongue sex just the way you like it." She pretended. ”But I think I could. He was still my go-to fantasy when I jerked off. All the years of wanting him, wanting him to want me, pretending what life would be like if he wanted me and loved me, and all the hate I’d built up because I couldn’t have him and his treating me like shit, all the hate began to evaporate.I looked around. Elliott Rodriguez, a recent graduate working in the next department was looking at me. Why couldn’t a guy like that ask me out? I turned my face away. I had the urge to be. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's wind, howling through an opening somewhere...but it's too constant, and unchanging. There are brief sensations of terror, but I don't know why,.