The doorbell rang at the stroke of six. Professor Evans was surprised. He hadn’t expected PC Whippy to be so swift or punctual. He was astonished to...open the door and find, not the constabulary as expected, but Anthea… for the moment he forgot what her surname was… who came to his lectures and took notes assiduously, but who he couldn’t remember ever saying a word, though he thought she must have done at some point.Now she spoke. “Good Evening, Professor Evans? May I come in?” She sounded. How long had she been doing this, she wondered? She didn’t really know. Every couple of weeks it was a new town, a new strip club. All blending together. A loud horn startled her out of her reverie. A trucker had stopped to give her a ride. The cab smelled of stale tobacco and unwashed underwear. The driver was a cookie cutter ‘truck driver’, complete with worn cover-alls and faded red cap. ‘Where you headed,’ he asked in a gruff voice, small, piggish eyes looking her over. Something about him. Suddenly a wave climactic passion went over her as she started cuming.Tingles of sensations and warmth surrounded her body. She hunched andjerked as she pulsated. Then another wave of intense passion over tookher body as if possessed by some horney demon. Her whole body waspulsating and jerking. As another wave of tingling passion went over hershe yelled with pleasure at the merciless fingers of Michael on herclit. She felt like she was fucking and ridding his dick all the way tohell. Sonya was. You might think about that."Walter just laughed, but Julio looked confused. "Is that really how you see it?" he asked.Jason laughed. "It's not about how Mark sees it. It's about what it really is. I noticed that with Morgan. He has a six point nine and has spent the weekend at our house. The man looks out for everyone he can." Jessica is the same way and she's got a good score," I pointed out. "Julio, I don't know if you watched the Average Joes show when they first introduced the CAP score. I.