Because of this she developed a severe hatred against me, but if she was so haughty to serve me every other day despite her hate, it was her own fault... Her feelings weren't my problems."Hello Matt," she just said, standing up and running her hands over the skirt of her maid dress.I took out my purse, handed over some notes and grinned,"The same as always, I can't wait to see the cute whore you are choking on my cock!"She tried to keep her fake smile up with all power but she couldn't hide the. I’ll be careful... but you’ve got to trust me too!” I said. “See you this afternoon!” I kissed him on the cheek and skipped into the Department. The day passed quickly. I loved the people and the places they showed us, from the classrooms to the sports hall, from the gym to the library. It felt amazing to think that I was now old enough and – perhaps – clever enough to become a part of the amazing University. I resolved to double up on my hard work and make sure I got the grades I would need to. Cliff was the serious lead singer/keyboardist. He was not much of genuine humour, but sarcastic phrases. While on the other hand, John was the playful, carefree type. That was one of the reason I was drastically crazy for him. Beside them, I was the smallest one. I was the rhythm guitarist and also the last addition to the band before it became whole. They all were college graduates, and I was the odd one out, having dropped out of High School. This was due to the fact that I did not have any. I watched as people left, drunk and boisterous, mostly young and attractive, when I was disturbed by a young man coming over to the car, taking out his penis and pissing on the drivers side window.He was deliberately aiming for my face, no shame, opening his trousers wide and giving me an eyeful. When he finished he simulated a wanking motion, but he remained flaccid, laughed and ran off.As I dwelt on his indecent act, his exposure had aroused me somewhat, so I fumbled under my skirt and sought.