She already knew I had a girlfriend, I didn’t want to look like a total creep to my new friend. We started working on our project, when she was appr...ached by a male student. ‘Hey girl, you looking for a man?’ She looked up and scoffed. ‘Does it look like I’m looking? He’s right here.’ She pointed to me. What was she talking about? He looked at me and said ‘lucky ass dude.’ He walked away. She picked up her drink and sat next to me. Her meaty thigh touched mine. ‘Is it chill if when we hang. When Robert showed her into the guest room, she noticed her bags at the foot of the bed. She nearly gasped aloud, as that part of her that chats up self-doubt with her psyche wondered if he didn’t want her at his house or perhaps, he just didn’t want her. She forced herself to comment on the hand made bedspread and was shown the rest of the house. At the end of the tour, they found themselves in the living room. He offered her a seat and she chose to sit on the end of the couch. Robert excused. Amber couldn’t do it. She was in so much pain that she didn’t really understand what Jim has said. Jim reached down and parted Amber’s legs. With leg one on the bed beside him and the other hanging off the side of the bed; he started to apply the hairbrush. Jim struck her right thigh. Amber could not believe this pain. It exceeded any other that she’dexperienced. Then Jim followed through with twenty or thirty more whacks. The left inner thigh was next. Amber had succumbed to the pain. She had. Do you think you could use some kleenex or something, instead?"Something in her tone told me that I wasn't going to get her to drop the subject. I actually did use kleenex sometimes ... but it always seemed like it would fall apart in the sticky goo, and leave little white nodules crusted onto my stomach or dick when I tried to wipe myself off. And it would take a half-a-box to finally get all cleaned off. And something made me just basically try to explain that. Not make anything up. Not so.