Up to that point I hadn't forced myself on anyone or pushed anyone into doing something they didn't want to do. Shelly, Mary and Veronica all had made...the first move. Granted, I had fished and finagled to get them to make that move, but the bottom line was it was still their choice.I stood there looking at Rosario and it was like I was standing there looking at Marie. The two were the same. They both had good husbands, husbands who loved them and treated them right and they both stabbed those. "Fair's fair, and you lost the bet, smart guy" is all she says. I should have known she wouldn't let this thing drop. She was really enjoying this. And the way she talked to me just now, in that breathy, shameful voice, like we were about to do something secret, something sinful and nasty. It was the same tone I heard after we had anal sex the first time, when I awoke with her body languorously curled against mine, and she kept whispering, "Do you know what you did to me last night? Do you know. She wore her hair natural, had a charcoal black complexion and spoke with a deep Mississippi accent. Definitely passed for fuckable. She actually told me to get undressed and reminded me again about her time constraints. She actually got her clothes off and crawled up on my bed before I did. I had bought some condoms in case I got lucky and sure enough, Tiffany asked if I had one. I wasn’t used to wearing them since I had been married until recently, but I got one on and climbed in bed.Tiffany. With good boots, the fur-lined coat and a wool cap and scarf, I was fairly comfortable. That made one. Half my class stayed home. Those in attendance enjoyed a dead easy (attendance graded) pop quiz, while I saved the lesson for another day.It might have ended there, except for the campus paper. Naturally, there was a cover story on the storm and the snow day. The associated picture was of me, walking through the middle of the quadrangle in my past knee length coat. I was simply striding along..