Some of you may like to write, some of you may not, some of you may even despise it. But our goal this semester will be to make everyone in this class...a better writer, and hopefully we will have some fun along the way.”Teresa then passed out the syllabuses and reviewed the course requirements with the class. There would be six writing assignments, a final and a student/teacher conference about two-thirds of the way through the semester. Attendance would be taken and is mandatory and blah, blah,. "How about this one?" she asked holding up yet another dress.In the end, she settled for a simple button-up design which I like as I can undo the buttons and get at her tits."No bra though," I said forcefully."Yeah, ok," she agreed giggling sexily."Right, let's have a look," I said as she posed for me"Fucking perfect," I whistled, "just one more thing."I stepped forward and undid just one more button making it three undone."Hey, that's too many," she said looking down at herself."No way, girl,". ”“So what else did you buy?”“That’s my business.”Zoe tells me it will be three weeks before she can cut my hair as she is off on holiday.“Don’t take your little friend will you, it would be really embarrassing if they search your bag at the airport.”She laughs and kisses me on the cheek as way of goodbye.**The time flies by and before I know it I’m back on Zoe’s doorstep feeling apprehensive about having my hair cropped short. I hope I don’t look like a complete fool once it’s done.She doesn’t. Don’t return to my house.’ She ran up to me and grabbed my arm. ‘Stop, John! You’re scaring me!’ ‘You should have thought about that before you got on your knees and took some asshole’s prick in your mouth!’ ‘Tom’s not an asshole. He’s one of your best friends,’ she whined. Fuck. Just like that. ‘No he’s not. He’s the back-stabbing fucker you cheated on me with, and the next time I see him I’m going to beat the living shit out of him.’ She was tugging on my arm as I kept walking. I was angry.