“Hi…what’s your name again?” “Sherry,” I said. “Come with me Sherry.” I took his hand. He was rescuing me but he wasn’t. He had...claimed me. He was the big man in the room and the muscled man backed off. Don led me to his own bedroom, closed the door, turned to me and kissed me. “You are one gorgeous chick,” he said. “I’ve had my eye on you for weeks and wanted to kiss you forever.” He kissed me again and began to feel under my little cocktail dress which was very skimpy. His breath. Needless to say, when she got a view of the whole thing, she was terrorized! (You'd think she mistook me for fucking FRANKENSTEIN!)When she got home, I'll bet she called every last girlfriend in school to warn them about me.So, any girl that I might've had feelings for, shunned me (the 'secret' was out) which meant I couldn't even begin a love life!At least, my frat was still there!I don't know how they settle things today, but in my days, frats sometimes warred, and it could get quite ugly; no. She used to respect me a lot and that’s how we got into the relation. Initially we used to kiss and hug and she never allowed me to get into her clothes, and I used to respect her decision.In our last days of our relation she was studying in Delhi, and I used to visit her frequently. And today I want to share my last visit to Delhi for her on her birthday, which gave my dick a job to do. Being a south Indian, and from a very strict family she never wears dresses which shows off flesh and used. I was an absolute mud-covered mess, and a wet and freezing one to boot. I finally made it to the double metal door and waited for Miss Frobisher to open it. I waited. And waited. Maybe the time seemed to drag on because I felt so miserable and cold. I wondered if she’d forgotten me. Shit. No, not possible. After what seemed like a half hour, but was probably more like ten minutes, the door finally opened and Miss Frobisher appeared in front of me. She gasped when she saw me. ‘What the hell.