But I don't think we'll beable to afford to send you to a big campus like you were before," Serenasaid. Ryan looked puzzled. "Then what am I gonna do ...bout school?" he asked. Serena put her hand on Ryan's shoulder and rubbed it gently. "Well, whatI figured is that you could do some online classes. Then you could workpart time and still go to college too," Serena stated. Ryan thought about it. What she was saying did make a lot of sense. Hedecided to go ahead and go job hunting the next day.He. I wanted the same thing. I knew we were not in love, maybe lust, but certainly not love. It was just that he wanted to “fuck” me. Not go to bed together or have sex or fool around or even screw, no he wanted to “fuck” me. This was a crude nasty word that hardly ever passed my lips, except in wild passion; he threw it around like everyday conversation. Of course he had thrown me around almost like a rag doll and I loved it. More confusion. He dressed so well, was so well groomed, was obviously. She wanted to be naked with her James, to offer herself to him, to demonstrate how she felt.The amorous pair managed to get into the back seat of the car and somehow their clothing was left behind. They also managed to completely ignore the weather in that northern latitude in mid November. Their own heat filled the car and steamed the windows almost immediately.They’d petted before. Sarah Jane had jerked him off and he’d fingered her pussy to a number of frothy climaxes. He’d felt up her tits. So, there was another guy I meta few years ago. I think he was probably just as unhappy a male as Iwas, maybe more so. His name was Lance, Lance Bessier."We used to run across each other in bars and exchange a few words inpassing. Later we got to comparing notes, you might say. Then I wasoffered the chance to use the spell. After that I needed to be carefulso I didn't talk to him again although I saw him on and off at the sameplaces he used to hang out at. Not that he would have recognized me.