" I can see how she'd be interested in your 'comings'." Yeah, well. She apparently came home late from campus one night just as I was leaving to go to...my friend's house--uh, 'laboratory.' I didn't see her car. She followed me and learned the address of the 'laboratory.'" Did she come in?" No. The next day, while we were having our cocktails after work, she said, 'I followed you last night. You didn't go to campus. I know where you went and who lives there and now I know why you need to do so. For me and a lot of women, short and thick, does the trick, as most of the sexual sensory nerves lie at the entrance of the pussy, a good tongue does more than a black guys big willie, which is nothing more than another bullshit phallic fallacy, and talking of which, it's those type of men who lose it completely, when their women tell them to fuck off and move on to another person, they simply cannot figure out that their dicks mean nothing and size is irrelevant, a nerdy guy can give as much. He doesn´t give a damn what people think Besides, he´ll quietly chuckling about your efforts to get someone to help you.’ ‘Why won´t they help me?’ ‘Because they like seeing you as you are. They are a select group all with the same notion. You know: the good old deviant thing. They aren´t about to spoil a good thing.’ ‘But you could escape!’ Dorinda was puzzled. ‘With all your freedom…..’ ‘Poor girl doesn´t understand,’ said Polly. Tuppy laughed joyfully. She reached out and tweaked Dorinda´s. I'm chasing her down Angel, she skits of into a tree filled gated park. I follow her. My hearts going like an ak47 and my breath feels like it's part of a gale. I walk around the park so many times it starts to feels like the park is spinning around me. I start to think that I must be going mad, that I've imagined the whole thing. So I sit down on a bench and drop my head into my hands trying to recover myself. I take a deep breath and all I can smell is her, my fingers are sticky with her.