The previous day I caught her buglarising my property."Sir Bristow's faced became still more florid. "I don't believe it. You fail to see the woman's ...alents behind the colour of her skin.My hackles rose. I have worked with those of all racial origins and hold none in lower esteem than any other, preferring to judge the individual by their deeds rather than their complexion. I got to my feet but Harwell held me back."That is a scurrilous remark, Sir Bristow, and one which you will retract if. “I never told him.” She said. “I couldn’t break his heart. He died in a car accident my sophomore year. I couldn’t even go to the funeral.” “Do I look like him?” I asked. Not looking to be a replacement for what she had lost. “Not at all you are taller, stronger, and with much darker hair. I like the beard too.” She smiled roguishly. “It’s you I want, not him. I want you to fuck me like the dirty girl I am.”“You are beautiful.” I said. “A little rough around the edges right now, but beautiful. Like most mornings I’m up making my stepbrother and myself breakfast before we head out to the University. It’s his first year and my third, our parents only willing to pay if we went local and stayed at home. That surely made things easy but there is always more of a price to pay. One of those is my pervy stepbrother, if not sneaking peeks at me it’s jacking off in my used panties as I’ve caught him at both many times. I love the little fucker or I’d tell my dad and he’d be history and hey as. He told me he'd do that every day for a week if he ever even smelled smoke around me again. Now, instead of coughing like a normal person, when I smelled cigarette smoke, my armpits got itchy-achy.Wandering around the school grounds, it occurred to me what a bad idea it was getting there that early. I had squat to do so all I was doing was thinking about how bad the next two years were gonna suck.At least, that's all until I reached the side door of the building. There were some picnic tables.