"Unlike you, I don't need to study because Mr. Faun is going to pass me either way." Suggestively she wiggled her butt. "You know one day he's goi...g to say no to you." Her relationship with him was weird. It was a teacher-fucking-a-student relationship. But it was more. He actually didn't fuck anyone else, and felt something for her, but I still was waiting for the one day she would come crying to me, and I would say I told you so. "Your just jealous. How's Jackson doing, by the way?". I returned to it that night four more times, with four different guys that I met just standing wide-eyed by the bar. Never had to buy another beer. Back in my door room that night I masturbated so hard and so long I was raw. I thought I’d meet guys in college, but I never imagined it could be like this. Every Saturday night through the end of the year, I was a fixture at the pub, on my own with a beer near the bar. Always three or more guys a night. And before long, on a regular schedule all. ‘No I haven’t given it any thought at all.’ George was humming. ‘Well I would like to get some paint on when the plaster skim has dried completely. If I may make a suggestion?’ ‘Go on.’ ‘If I get a good coat of cream on, you can over paint it easily when it suits.’ ‘Cream?’ ‘Yes. It’s quite traditional round here. It has a hint of Yellow in it, like Clotted Cream. With only the two small windows the lighter colour will brighten the rooms as well.’ ‘I like that, Mr. Walker. Would you do that,. “Two eggs, poached lightly, bacon, toast, coffee and juice.” Came the sleepily mumbled answer to my earlier question. “G’night baby” I held her, just listening to her breathing, feeling her breath against my chest, the rise and fall of her chest as she slipped into sleep. I thought about the events of the day, the lovemaking and the feelings that I had already developed for this wondrous woman, the prowler and the smashed windows at Carols house, finally Carols “confession” about her past. This.