Coach said that if Imissed a game I'd be off the team for good. Not that he'd follow throughwith it. They needed me too much, but I wasn't going give ...hose secondand third string losers any ideas. There was a nice, quiet spot justoutside where none of the teachers would ever see me kick the shit outof him. He'd learn his lesson, I'd get a good fight in, and then I'd beoff to practice.We both headed back down the hallway, eager to get this thing started.It was a bit of a pain trying to squeeze. "Now fuck me." He grips my hips and thrusts in and out of me. "Faster and harder," I moan. "Fuck that pussy." He speeds his thrusts up and I moan again. "Suck them," I say, as I shove one of my breasts against his mouth. He has no choice but to comply. He licks and sucks my nipple, I moan and tilt my head. It feels so fucking good to be in control. "It's so fucking hot when a woman tells a man exactly what she wants," Ethan says as he lifts his head from my breasts. "Well good, get back to. "We ended up once again on Massachusetts Avenue, and found Kristen a little while later. We ate lunch at a small Cambodian restaurant. I found that I was falling in love with most ethnic cuisines; Cambodian consisted of a lot of grilled foods.Will told me that there was another city north of Boston called Lowell with a large Cambodian population. Lowell was the birthplace of the beat poet Jack Kerouac. I made a mental note to add Lowell as a potential destination for a future visit; I didn't. I drove to the county park. I am not a crier. But my stomach was doing flip-flops. I opened the car door and deposited the bagel in the parking lot. I wiped my mouth and sat there looking at the same green lawn where I had watched my kids play.You never think it will happen to you. So you never have a plan.I considered the situation. I was bluffing about leaving. I had nowhere to go. Where would I stay? I make decent money. But with two kids in college and an upper middle class lifestyle, we.