No more doubt or fear, no more worry or pain. In its place was that most coveted thing of all: oblivion. A significant proportion of my life was spen... as if in a dream, or more precisely a nightmare. I tried to avoid contact with people, not really understanding them or the various mechanics involved of social intercourse and general human interaction. Clumsy and awkward I simply cut my losses and so discouraged conversation with others. This was not borne of malice or arrogance, but rather,. It provided an excuse for her to continue to take care of the girl, and might even protect the two of them from any worse advances from other people. She explained this to Sweetness, and tried to stress that there was no real meaning to the relationship."I'm not a fucking dyke, you know," she stressed to Sweetness as they lay together on the mattress in Faith's spare bedroom."But I still love you," sniffed Sweetness. "Can't you love me in return?"Sharon could say no, but she was aware that. She's a very successful businesswoman in her own right. Is a dyed in the wool feminist ? and is just not inclined to have her wishes denied.No. I'm NOT saying that you just accept everything that's said to you and do as you're told, when it's obvious that a woman is joking with you!Of course we were joking ? silly! It was when you started making all that fuss ? challenging our authority for goodness sake! We HAD to react, can't you see that?Yes ? I do feel that I have some authority over you.. We slowly take off our shirts. This is the first time that we’ve undressed in front of each other. Just the sight of the professor being half dressed gives me a full erection. We stand facing each other and rub our hands up and down each other’s chests. We unzip each other’s pants and let them fall to the ground. It turns out the professor wears boxers and I wear briefs. We remove our underwear and moove over to the bed and sit on the edge next to each other. I put my hand on the.