”“What were you working on?”“A draft of a text book on generalized functions.”“That’s interesting. Are you going to publish it?”“I d...n’t think it will be that easy to publish. I don’t have the degree to give me credibility.”“I guess that could be a problem, although you would think that the math would speak for itself.”“I know, but we’re talking about the world of academia where credentials are everything. I think I’ll wait and publish it anonymously as an eBook.”Sandra leaned over to Cathy and. She and I would sit out on the patio in front of her pool, and complain about how shitty things had turned since the Vietnam war started and so on.She’d have a couple of drinks. I’d smoke a joint. Over those few months, I discovered how lonely she was. She’d been a successful young editor at a magazine, and quit it all to marry my father, an engineer. Our conversations covered everything politics, d**gs, even sex."You know, I never could come with your father," she said. "I always had to. The shot blasted in his ears, and it was loud. Way louder than what he’d guessed it would be. He mentally felt along his body for the wound, wondering why he hadn’t even felt a shock when it entered his body. Shit, he thought. Am I dead already? Was it a head shot? Or did the dumb fuck miss?Two more shots followed, in quick succession. Clipper just lay there, amazed. I’m still alive, he thought. Why can’t I feel it? Why didn’t I feel the impact? Why doesn’t anything hurt? Am I in shock?. .." I stop talking as the cock enters my mouth. My tongue is going around as it finds itself deep in my throat I gag a little bit. I don't like blow jobs. I avoid them, but I fight the urge to gag. I get his dick in my hands and lick it for a long time. He stands up and pulls me down on my little red sofa. He is on top of me. I wonder if he will kill me with a pillow and leave and it will be all over the news that "Miss Star dies having sex with client." When he is inside me I realize I forgot.