Midway through that first school year, Dominica had left him for the junior class president and quarterback of the football team. Van found out by Dom...nica having one of her friends call him on the phone to let him know.When he finally managed to talk to her days later, she laughed at his teary pleading for another chance. "Don't take things so seriously Van," had been her last words as she walked away. Van's humiliation was both painful and very public.Dominica's parting shot was advice that. I make sure it the video screen is tuned to a got gay flick and then stand near the door. I picked a booth with a couple of chair in it and changed the movie.Having done this, a good looking black guy came to the door and stopped. Then he turned around with his back facing me. I didn’t quite know what was up, until I noticed that he was pushing the back of his pants down; something that only I could see. That made me come up really close behind him and push my hand into the back of his pants.. Throw that pussy back baby throw it back, it won't take me long if you throw it back...' I hated myself but the bell ring warning the teachers to report to there class rooms and I knew it would not be long before students start coming up. I pleaded through clinched teeth '...hurry up and finished before some one catch us...' Bruce replied '...throw that ass back then, throw that ass back to me and I'll bust my nut...' Hating myself I started to slowly push back as he hunched into me. Bruce sunk. "What game?" I asked quietly."Well, I will wear what you want me to. But then you must wear what Ipick. Deal?" You...you want me to dress up in this stuff?" I asked incredulously."I can't do that." It was a feeble protest"Of course, you can. Who's going to see or know? This will be ourprivate game. OK, strip." It was a command. I was so intoxicated by thematerial that I went into autopilot. I took off my T-shirt."OK, off with everything. If you want to play this game, only on myterms. Now strip.