When I got home, Mum told me that she and Dad were going out for dinner, so Martin and I would have the house to ourselves. ‘Martin’s not coming o...er tonight,’ I said. Mum frowned but she didn’t push it, and once she and Dad had left, I went straight up to my bedroom and took all my clothes off and masturbated to Kathy’s Facebook profile picture.I was in no rush. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I was slim – lanky, really, certainly not toned – average height, with dark wavy hair which was. It had been easy enough to temper his mind the first time around. She had taken his Introductory class in the spring, but then signed up for his summer Contracts class. He had actually felt relief when the introductory class had ended. He was glad he would no longer have to see her on a weekly basis. When the class had ended the thought to himself, ‘That’s the end of that. No more temptation island!’ When he walked into his summer Contracts class his heart almost stopped when he saw her. ‘Ok.’ I continued. ‘Since Massimo hits home runs, and virtually all pitchers rely on their fastball, he never worried much about other pitches. I used to frustrate the shit out of him with curves and off-speed pitches. He knew my fastball wasn’t particularly good, so he kept waiting for it, waiting to smash it out of the park.’ ‘He never succeeded with certain types of women. Some saw through his bullshit. Some like a little wooing, some romance. But he never worried about his shortcomings in. She was amused by the fact that neither of them thought her experienced in the art of making love but she had been coupling in secret the past six months with a football player from an all-boy's school nearby her campus. He had broken her in gently but by the time they ended it, he was pounding her in a variety of positions that they selected from the magazines that were stacked in the corners of his dorm room. She pretended to not understand some of the risqué comments made by her father's.