The worst thing was that she couldn't tell her friends about it. First, she doubted anyone would believe her, especially that bitch Julie. And second,...if they did, they'd urge her to report him or something.Instead she endured another type of pain as they told her over and over again, in detail, about the show that night and how great he was. Every great song was played, there was much dancing and pushing and fighting. On and on it went. She bit her lip until it was practically bleeding as they. I hated seeing them together. Mainly because they looked so perfect. Completely and utterly flawless. It was almost as if their bodies were designed by the gods themselves. How thoroughly horrible! Katherine Samson stood six feet tall. A bit too tall for most men’s taste, whether they like to admit it or not, but definitely not too tall for Stuart, the tall and handsome, prototypical strong black man. They were so happy together. And the entire campus loved them. Katherine and I attended. We had sex that evening. I rolled on, put it in, pumped a little and came. That was sex, wasn't it? Well, it was to me. I've learnt to use my fingers since then but, even now, the whole thing has gone well if it lasts fifteen minutes from start to finish. She tells me now that, when we were kids, she thought my cock might still be developing and sex would get better. She was wrong on both counts.Little wonder, then, that my wife has tried affairs, the first only months after we married. Anyone. I was ready for school now. Well, I wasn’t ready for whatever Mandy had planned for me, but I do enjoy school.We left the house together and once we were out of sight; Mandy gave me her books to carry. I didn’t argue with her, as long as she didn’t make me do anything else. But that wasn’t Mandy. She had an evil mind and I’m the one who has to pay.We started walking toward the bus stop, which is at the corner of the street. We had to walk the block to get here and we couldn’t see our house.