"So partner, can you get me through this class?" Oh crap. If I let myself get bullied by this guy it was going to be a long miserable year. Better to ...ust get beat to a pulp the first day, I guessed."I'll be your lab partner and I'll help if you don't understand something that I do. But I won't do your homework for you in this or any other class and I don't care if you stuff me in a wastebasket. I've been there before. I help some of the basketball players and cheerleaders in my class, but I. I asked her how the evening went, to which she replied that it was incredible. She said that dinner had began quietly, but started to progress, when Jim began to rub her thigh under the table with his hands, gradually pulling the hem of her skirt up, until he was able to caress her bare skin. She said her pussy was on fire, knowing that here was a black man openly fondling her under the table of their booth. Before long he was running his fingers along the crotch of her panties, already able. By the fifth circuit, he had lost count. His penis head had burst beyond the elastic waistband of the panty under his slacks, and the elastic stretched just under the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and concentrated on obeying her. He could not ejaculate. Could not…could not…could not….His mind wandered back to how they met on the internet, spent months exchanging e-mails and phone calls, then a dinner meeting one night, and now they had planned a long weekend together.Over the months. If the suit expired, I was finished.I keyed the bootup sequence on the flight computer. Nothing. I supposethat wasn't surprising. The EMP would have fried the delicatemicrocircuitry in an instant. I reached up with my good arm and drew thecanopy shut with a click. As I reached, a sharp wave of pain hit me frommy shoulder and ribs. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Don'tlose consciousness. Not now...I looked down at the dead circuitry. My eyes picked out the emergencyanalogue radio.