“What else can I study here? I’ve got no idea. The fact is, that I can’t think of any subject that I’d like to try.”“I’m sorry to hear t...at,” Coach Titterman said quietly. “Would you be okay with spending most of your day in the library?”“I don’t mind staying in the library. I like Mrs. Holmsteader. She challenges me in ways that I never expect.”“She’s an interesting woman,” Coach Titterman said.“She’s smart.”“You probably need to work on getting in the right frame of mind for your performance. ‘That’s strange to me, because I would swear that you just told me that it had a little over one hundred hours of use. Is that incorrect? Okay, but then that sounds like about the price I could get it for new.’ A pause. ‘Then sell it to him. What do I care?’ He listens, then snorts. ‘Yes, I suppose you should. Goodbye.’ He swivels just enough to reach out and hang up the phone, but stays facing the opposite wall. His chair back is a little higher than usual, so I really only see the top four. The 3 young guys thought theywould take my mind off it by slapping my nipples withtheir fingertips, slapping the outside of my thighs andslapping my face. I started to cry streams of tears,washing down my face.My arms and legs were loosing their feelings being tiedup still. Then I looked down to see the biggest cock inmy life going in and out of my cunt. But not leaving mywomb. I could believe anyone had a cock that big. Thelarge black guy slumped onto me and held himself stillas I felt his. As the shadows of the woods began to close around us, I began to succumb to my own perverse imagination, and wished very much to be arm-in-arm with Marlee myself, but of course Helen would just turn on me, tit-for-tat, and jealously yank me away as payback. The ground upon which we walked was carpeted with a cold moss, littered with brittle sticks, which had blown off of dead branches in the brisk March winds. They crackled and broke underfoot, as we sank into the soft moss. The forest was.