What a pussy. It seemed like I simply couldn’t control my life or my emotions or even carve out time to connect with my lover. Lovers. Even my love ...ife was confusing. When was I going to see Lissa again?I dropped my paper in the basket at the door of the auditorium where Dr. Bychkova was about to lecture to yet another sleeping class. I’d just settled into my seat when the TA announced over the PA that I was supposed to report to the Dean’s office immediately after class. Of course he had to. "Proceed immediatelyto the parking lot. Don't forget to bring your deliveries."Taking a deep breath, I stacked all of the boxes up on the dolly andheaded outside. The receptionist tried to stop me, saying that the dollycouldn't be taken off premise. She abruptly stopped talking when twolarge men in expensive suits walked into the building. The first man, agorgeous African American who looked like he could have playedprofessional football, stepped forward and flashed a grin that took ourbreath. “Oh that's nice why are you home from work so early?” I asked smiling to myself knowing exactly why. “I was sick and tired of how that place treated me so I quit. And on my way back I just had to stop and eat and that's where I met Bill here.” she explained to me “Do you know he has two daughters that he has to take care of? His wife left him with them, their actually around your age 15 and 17.” she continued on sitting down on the couch. “Hmm two teenage girls huh?” I thought to myself,. . . are you married my c***d? Well . . . uhmmmm. . . . whatever happens in the marriage bed is considered sacred in the eyes of the lord but . . .” “Oh, I’m not married but my boyfriend is. Cool, he always fucks me in the ass in his marital bed when his wife is out of town. Okay, on to my next confession . . .” “Wait, no, no. That’s not what I meant. I was trying to say . . .” I could barely contain my laughter. “Relax, pops, I was just k**ding you. I know that adultery is a sin. My.