.."Woe, you don't give no fuck huh?" I said Nope! I say so how about I give you a little extra for a little extra? She says like what? I said how abou... you let eat and beat that pussy up? She again hesitated but said okay, fuck it, you got a nice pretty dick, and again with the woe. So I take her in my room she lays down and takes off her dress pants and thong underwear and it was a nice blonde bush but she told me she usually shaves it bald and I told her I am so glad she didn't. She dyes her. So I said it with my hug.She turned around and put her forehead against mine, looking me in the eye. She told me that she loved me. Then she said that if I’d had any doubts about how much, I shouldn’t have them anymore. I said no, I definitely wasn’t questioning that. She said what had happened was just between us. Nobody else needed to know. I agreed.I don’t remember how I said it, but I asked if she would do it again. Not right then but in the future. She laughed. I think she was relieved. Sandra taught English at the local community college, in addition she coached the college theater every Tuesday and Thursday, something she really enjoyed.She was a popular professor by all accounts; her students usually found her approachable on a whole range of issues, not just those relating to course work. She was slim and stylish, with auburn shoulder length hair that always seemed to have a glossy sheen. The fact that Sandra was attractive and also single was an added bonus to the boys in. "But when you wake, go to the place where you first heard my voice."He had then simply left or at least stopped responding to her inquiries.She awakened somewhat later, only after sheer exhaustion had finally lulled her excited mind to sleep.Finding the others had let her rest while they resumed the business of scavenging aboard the huge derelict.Still flushed and curious she had dressed hastily for her rendezvous, taking time however laughingly in present context to brush her hair.Oh, she.