Stuart and Katherine didn’t care. I felt like crying when I saw that my team was in danger of being cut. I loved rugby. It’s tougher than football...if you ask me. No need for stupid helmets or pads. Real men don’t need them. Of course, collegiate America didn’t care. And neither did Stuart and James. They didn’t even participate in the fundraiser which helped keep the men’s rugby team at the club sports level. Now you know why I hate them. It’s official. And I can say it now. I hate Stuart. As I finished the sandwich's he pulled me to him and kissed me. I pushed him away saying that's wrong but he pulled me to him again & kissed me this putting his tongue in my mouth & holding my head so I could not pull away. I responded to his kiss & put my arms around his neck & my tongue into his mouth as well. I felt his hand going up to my breasts & he started squeezing & playing with breasts [ I wasn't wearing a bra just a strappy T-shirt & a short skirt. Suddenly I heard a call asking. Not because he didn’t want me, but because I refused to let him into my panties. I didn’t want to be involved, romantically or sexually, with a wife-beating drunk. I was skilled at distracting him until he lost interest, every single time. Ironically, I got with Dirk, anyway. You’re only the third man that I’ve been with. The second one was Dirk. The first one, well, this is kinda embarrassing to confess, but it was Barry. Yep, my own brother took my virginity. I didn’t tell you that before. He was in his late 40s and in great shape, and had been happily married for nearly 30 years. He was a closet kink fan who had seen a zillion pornos, but his conservative wife wouldnt hear of it. Once he was assured of total discretion and safety, he was in. Second on the list was Miles Landers, an exquisitely polite gentleman who had given up any kind of fun in his life to marry the bosss daughter and eventually take control of the company. The wife had recently passed away and while she was.