When Darlene came, no one could doubt that she wasn't faking. Her tendency to "let go" in bed meant that she was prone to outbursts of very erotic (an... sometimes downright dirty) talk, as well as moaning and thrashing wildly about the bed. Arm in arm, we climbed the stairs to our apartment, and once inside, we kissed passionatly for several long moments, running our hands over each other and bring desire to a boil. Darlene broke the kiss and knelt straight down, unzipping my pants in the entry. My package was the envy of many of my classmates, as weremy rugged good looks, curly dark hair, and dazzling hazel eyes. Justthe kind of hunk that Bonnie was not interested in.Bonnie had decided a year or so ago that she was a lesbian, that menjust didn't float her boat. Yet, my soft-spoken ways and empathy drewher like honey, once she got past the hunky exterior. She could notbelieve that she had actually fallen in love with me. I couldn'teither, but was thankful for that fact since that. I lean down and try to kiss you but you turn away. Fucking cunt. I slap you and some blood comes out this time when I go to kiss you. You don’t turn away and let me. You close your eyes because you don’t want to see me kissing you. I sit back up and look down at your tits. I like them as I grab one and starts to rubs it nice. Just then when you think the worst part is over I slap my hand across your tit over and over slapping and hitting your tit hard. It stings and really sore and very red you. Wherever you are in life and in love, know that there is someone there, somewhere, who will love you. Sometimes it just takes a while or a lucky break. Sometimes, it takes a meddling mother!! Postscript The events of these last few chapters took place one weekend at the end of September last year. I was just a few weeks into my new job, loving every minute (still do) and the way in which my social life and romantic life was resuscitated was of enormous significance. I called this whole series.