We used to visit this place almost every weekend. Then I thought to myself how long am I going to just kiss her and ball her, it’s time to screw the...bitch.One fine day she didn’t have her chemistry practical, so she sent word with one of my friends that she’s going ahead to the weekend place and that I should go there. So I ran to a chemist and bought a condom packet, determined that today she’ll get the fuck of her life. We met on the way and together we went and sat in the usual place,. The ropes pinching me in places I didn't know existed but I don't care. “Look at me, baby girl..” he coos. I don't break eye contact. He slides another finger inside of me, and I feel a pinch. My mouth lets out a silent whimper. “Good girl,” he says. I can't take my eyes off of him. No one else is there in the moment with us. He rubs at the rope gently, my head falls back as he presses just behind the inside of my belly button. A wave of pleasure, much like the one in the bathroom only 3 weeks. ”—James Burt, The Wisdom of Rotary Flight“DID I WAKE YOU UP?” I finally asked.“No. I just finished getting ready for bed. It’s okay.”“Did you have a good date?” I really hoped she had something that made her happy when she was so good at comforting me. She sighed.“We had fun at the dance. I think I’m going to break up with Robbie, though. He just doesn’t do it for me?”“Is he being a jerk?” I demanded, bristling. I was going to have some work to do when I got healthy.“No! Relax. He’s a perfect. " Then why didn't you go to Stanford so you could be closer to home?" Dad asked. Actually, it was more of a demand than a question, but it was also his first indication of being hurt by my absence.Carefully considering my words, I replied, "Would you rather be a big fish in a small pond, or a big fish in an ocean of big fish?"He seemed ready to continue his protest, so I conceded, "It may have been easier to fit in at Stanford as they usually have an Elite on campus, but I needed a break and.