Of course, that was all a stereotype that was thrust upon me. I wasa solid A minus student throughout high school and junior high. Ididn't brag about ...t though. I kept that to my sexual conquests andsports exploits because that was expected of me.I was part of the private school's "popular" clique. I dated acheerleader named Lisa. She was the flirtiest girl in the school. Allthe popular students loved her. She was a pretty, blonde haired girl.She was perpetually tan and had b-cup breasts. When. "Mmm, yes, I'd love to suck Eric's cock some more, then I have just the place for it. Maybe you could both make love to me the way you know I like." "Eric, do you think you might be able to rearrange your schedule for the next twenty-four hours or so? My wife seems to be rather horny tonight and I know her well enough that the two of us will need at least that long to make her happy." As her husband was asking me this, Lisa was crouched in front of me, stroking me up and down as she took licks. "Yes," Pam confirmed, "like always, he used the towel while I was out of the room." And?..." Like I said, it was a usual day." Pam could see Marlene was disappointed. "Friday morning however..." Now she could see Marlene smiled once again hanging on her every word."After the shower Friday, I came out beside the bed and there was nothing. I stood there for a minute or two while he tried with the towel. Then, he told me what you did." Pam admitted."He did?" Marlene asked surprised. "So he made. She quickly wipes the back of her hand across her cheeks as she stumbles away from him. What was her excuse this time? When she was 16, she could excuse her behavior as that of a lovesick kid but now…after almost 4 years of reeling from the first rejection….what was her excuse? ‘Hannah.’ Luke lifts his head and raises his voice as he looks up at her retreating back. Damn…Damn….Damn…how the hell could he make things any worse? He walks back into the kitchen slowly, finding her listening.