On Friday, Kara and I went to buy our books. We didn’t have any classes in common, though Julia, Dave, and Cindi would be in my microcomputers class... and Wen would be in my compiler class. For my electives, Staci would be in my World Religions class, and my friend Andrei would be in my European History class.“What would you think about me going to graduate school?” Kara asked as we drove home.“You’ve just finished one semester and you’re thinking of graduate school? I thought you wanted to. I tell him the food was so rich and delightful. He promises to cook for me sometime soon. Oh great he’s a chef too. I gain 10 pounds with the thought.His hands gently tease my skin. I run my hand in his chest, feeling the taut muscles. His fingers are in my hair. He leans in to kiss me. Again his mouth and tongue take mine and own it. His tongue devours me. There is a possessiveness about his kisses. His hand grasps the back of my neck and holds me tightly to his mouth. His forcefulness, melts. The spreadsheets were smoking by the time I got through with them. When I contacted Ballantine in two weeks, it was only to tell him I was still working the project. Unlike some of my other jobs, in this one I didn’t have a single answer already packaged. In my other jobs the chief or sheriff already knew what he wanted to do and simply needed an outsider to give him a third-party blessing. This was different. I needed to outline a series of choices, some of which overlapped. Likewise, where. I heard faint footsteps and then I heard the tap in the sink being opened. I waited. The shadows changed through the hole. Someone had entered the stall next to mine and shut and locked the door. I saw nicely shaped legs and nice thighs. I bent down ever so slightly to see a bit of his torso. Then I saw it. A beautiful, smooth cock, fully erect and my visitor’s right hand slowly manipulating it up and down. He was very hard, and he was interested. I purposely jacked more and made it look.