I crossed Davis’s ... and I will regret that until the day that I die. He was a cuckold type at heart, but I had to push things too far for even him...“You are a different matter, of course. You are no cuck. You are no wimp. You’re no wittol. You’re ... you. I’ve never met a more ... self-willed, deliberate man in my life. One who could bide his time, who could calculate, could detach himself, and yet show his wrath, too, when needed. A man who could will himself to be warm or cold as he had to. Above her, Phil was smirking away to himself, rubbing his chin as she bumped and jostled herself around the cramped van. He smiled as he spotted her panties peeking out from under her peach dress. “Got to be down there somewhere. It’s got to be.” He chatted away thoughtfully, trying to encourage her. Once he felt her scrabbling around again at the front, he parted his legs slightly, feeling her shifting herself underneath them to check the corners by the driver’s side. Just as she was in. She was intelligent, she was stimulating, and she was beautiful in my eyes, and if I could tell anything from the leers she received whenever we ambled across campus together, she was pretty hot in a lot of other guys' eyes as well. Over the next several months, it became rather apparent where this romance was evolving. We began to gradually transform into a couple as time progressed. We went to the campus bookstore together when we needed to, we would go to various restaurants and fast food. He was totally lost when it came to following the dinner conversation. His mother looked directly into his eyes. ‘You met someone today, didn’t you?’ He just smiled. When dinner was over, he said goodnight and was on his way home. Once at home, he relaxed on his bed only to have his mind drift to wonderful thoughts about Megan and himself. The next thing he knew it was 7AM and time to get up and get ready for his day with his princess. He was all ready and it was time to pick her up. Brandon.