She ripped off a customer; she didn't give him what hepaid for!" My customers always come first," he laughed at his own pun, "and when mygirls don't t...eat their customers right, I won't treat them right!" hefinished and with lightening speed he flicked up my skirt and slapped hisopen hand down on my pantied buttocks.The sound of the slap echoed through E Block and a scalding pain eruptedon my bottom as I screamed in shock. I heard the other girls gasp and as Ilooked through my tear filled eyes. All she wanted was an A in the course but she lacked the basic decency to do the simplest things. Like feel excited about going to class. Or care to check her papers. Okay. So the teacher was a drone. He made everyone fall asleep with his monotonous nasal lectures. And when he wasn’t teaching he was nagging. Still, there was no excuse for her typos. That’s how an A grade paper ended up with an F. She looked at the F which summed up her f-ing life, and understood why Van Gogh had sliced off his. I’ve found that for the most part it’s better that way.” I didn’t say anything, but I knew exactly what he meant.The party broke up around ten and once Max had been put out I picked Lucy up, carrying her to bed. She laughed and Max woofed lowly as he capered all the way up the stairs. Skipping the shower, I placed Lucy gently onto the bed. We worked together to remove our clothes then fell together onto the cool sheet. Neither of us needed much encouragement. I was totally hard and she. But he knew one thing, all those years ago, his teacher was right when she’d caught him ogling her as a teen and told him, “Don’t set your sights too high, Damien, or you’ll only be disappointed when you realize you can’t always have what you want.”And he knew he could never have Deana no matter how desperately he ached for her. So, with no other choice, he’d just have to get back to work and get back to his goal. And she’d go on with her life and probably marry some rich asshole who’d give.