I was happy about that. Teaching agreed with me. I’d been here long enough that I knew the majority of the kids in the program and quickly learned t...e names of the freshmen.“King Lear, huh?” Traci stood beside me with her arms crossed. “I think I’ll transfer to the University. They’re doing Comedy of Errors.”“You think you can only do comedy? I thought playing Laura cured you of that notion.”“Not only. But I just like it so much.”“I think you’ll like Lear. I’m bringing in a guest star to play. And you, well, you?realready broken in. So, just be a good girl, baby, and do what yourAuntie Suzy tells you to do, okay?" No, I want you to pay attention to me!" I stamped my foot.Bobby Mack just laughed."Shut the fuck up, bitch."And then he smacked me on the ass.But the fact was, Bobby didn?t pay much attention to me anymore. He wasdistracted, inattentive, and so, I began to fret. What would I do if hethrew me out? I was nearly 29 years old by then. My looks were fading.Every girl needed a. Instinctively, I put my finger in it to taste the fluid that resembled watered down milk.It was decidedly sweet and not urine. I had really ejaculated!!I had ejaculated on at least 3 other occasions, but with only one of them was I 100 percent sure of the passing of fluid that was not urine. I was sure, now, that I was a squirter. A female ejaculator. It's something that a little more than 6 of 10 are capable of, and only 2 in 10 actually do. I wondered if it was a blessing or a curse. I might. The fire shooting through her brain and her body obliterated all concerns and thought.After that eternal minute, she began to gasp. Her arms and legs began to shake and flail as if she were struggling against heavy blankets or a rushing river current. With every breath, different animalistic sounds escaped her. She looked a bit like a fish gasping for breath on dry land.As intelligence and control began to return, Stacy held herself tightly, her arms crossed under her breasts. She rocked slowly.