I had been there a couple times and it had decent fried foods, but staying around to get drunk there would take the little money my ex-wife had left i... my pocket. I walked in, sat down a table and pulled out my phone to check my email. The waitress had not even gotten to the table when this young thing, probably barely old enough to even be in the bar, sat down across from me and said, “My friends bet me $20 a piece that I would not blow you in the ladies room. It has to be you and it has to be. It wasn’t very impressive, reminding her of an undersized carrot. She assumed it would get larger if further aroused. But that was as far as she was willing to go. Actually she felt slightly ashamed of herself for doing that much. She went and washed her hands, made sure he had enough dry food and water, then went home.That may have been the end of it, but when her husband came home from work he announced his bowling team was having a practice session that night and he would be going after. I regularly stayed the night at the different guy's houses and would get up, get fucked, go to class, come back, get fucked. I don't even remember 1 of my college roommate's names because I was there so rarely.The last 2 semesters of college I took a serious dip in my cock intake because I had to get an internship so I could get a real job after college. I worked extremely hard, not because I wanted the job, but because I wanted to be done with my work so I could get fucked more. I was basing. "Have a seat; breakfast will be ready in a few." Okay." I said. I started for the table, but then I got this itch in the back of my head. It gave me the impression that I needed to do something... and that whatever it was it was real important. I looked around the kitchen looking for whatever it was, but all I could see was Izzy standing at the stove.That's when I noticed it. Her stance. Her whole body was ridged, almost as if she expected to be hit between the shoulders any second.I looked at.