He was studying history while I studied classic literature and aspired to become an author. Our mutual hate of polynomial long division and shared the...ries of negative exponents as the devil’s work brought us to a date over coffee. And another. And another. Our joint love of the mountains and the quiet life brought us to today. He rented a cabin in the local mountains for the first half of winter break away from school. The drive was long, but I appreciated the quality time together. I loved. Damn. I haven’t had a nightmare and panic attack in months. Not since meeting Dag.No respiteSomething was thudding in my head. I covered it with a pillow and demanded that I go back to sleep. Then the ringing. My stupid cellphone. I struggled out of sleep and finally got the MF thing to my ear.“Deb,” Jordan Grant said in my ear. “Are you home?”“Yeah, of course,” I answered muzzily. “Where else would I be?”“Come to the door then. We’ve been knocking forever.” The pounding in my head. It was the. I will just run home and be back in a little bit.Nonsense Mrs Stevens your perfectly welcome to use our makeshift pot no need to go all the way home.But wont Donny have to clean up the you know..mess? Well that will teach him not to fiddle with the toilet again wont it? and besides I dont really think he minds all that much. I suppose she replied. is now OK to use it? Donny is the pot clean? Yea Mom all. I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans while watching the movie and sneaking glances over at Kent who had removed his shirt, exposing his large hairy chest and belly, and had undone his belt and fly to fit his hand down the front of his pants. We made comments to each other about the performers, little jokes here and there that had us both laughing really hard. I took off my Nirvana t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. Arching my hips off the bed, I tucked both thumbs down the.