Well, at least I've never had enough where I was ready to stop. I'm now forty-two, still looking pretty good and my sex drive has shifted, incredibly,...into overdrive. I'm hornier now than when I was a teen. I usually drag my husband upstairs to bed as soon as he comes home from work for a quick, fast fuck before I start supper, then we eat, watch some television, then a slow, leisurely screw after we retire to bed. Much the same on the weekends, usually two good fucks and some spirited oral sex. You can’t help but day dream away the complex numbers and equations Mrs. Kline continually throws at the class. Your mind often drifts away from this boring smalltown life that has become your fate, and whatever thought it lands on is always a welcome change from the boredom in which you exist.“Jay Masterson, would be so kind as to answer problem nine in your book.”You are quickly jolted awake from your day dream. You stare blankly at the number in your math book, lacking the answer you. He had made scrambled eggs and French toast for breakfast and they sat down to eat around eight. She had requested hot chocolate to drink. He stuck with his coffee. After cleaning up the kitchen with her, he spent several minutes kissing her at the front door before taking his leave around nine.It had only been a few hours since then, but he felt as though he hadn't seen her in ages and when she slid across the leather seat at the window booth in the diner, for him to sit next to her, he. I redirected my hatred for her and focused on my studies practically marrying the library to make up for the shotty work I was doing while with her. By the time finals came around I had all Bs and was looking to get As on a few of my tests. Frontstory It was Friday after finals and I was exhausted. I got in the car and drove for hours. I had no destination. I planned to go back home for the break, but for that day I had no true destination. It was a twenty hour drive home and I was going to.