Believe me, I’d know if he had. But he was looking at me now. I felt ashamed, like walking up to a father confessor.“Yeah, I know Nadia,” he sai.... “Very well,” he added, cryptically.I never knew this about him. I was always his good girl. And all this time, he knew a vixen like Nadia well enough to let her fuck in his backyard and his pool.“I got your text. It was cute,” I said with a shrug.“Glad you liked it. Thought it’d make you smile.”“Whatever,” I said, looking around for my bag.“Your. I know I couldn’t afford to pay for what we are going to have to do.”“Well then I guess I need to tell you the rest of the story.” Lynn looked up at Erin and me.“Oh shit. I’m gonna die!”Lynn stood and took our hands and walked us back into the house. She led us to the TV room and we sat on the couch. Lynn lay down with her head in my lap and played gently with my balls. Erin looked at me as if I could answer the questions we both had. I just shook my head and began to stroke Lynn’s bald. ‘But you probably hit him up after yesterday, right?’ ‘Maybe,’ he said warily. ‘Well, he’s a douche,’ she said. ‘So…sorry for throwing all that shade. I figured you knew.’ ‘Knew what?’ ‘Just about Clay. What he’s like. What he did,’ she said cryptically. ‘Which was?’ ‘Be a douche,’ she replied, seemingly uncomfortable with the turn the conversation had taken. ‘So, sorry and all that.’ ‘It’s not a big deal,’ he said. ‘It was honestly just weird to have a stranger stare daggers at me for half an. I think you took it too lightly when school first started. Now you're catching up." It's not just me. Everyone says it's hard. The teacher doesn't care. He just keeps piling on more and more." Welcome to the real world. This is a taste of what college is like. Go to your teacher for extra help. Be sure you have all your homework done first—at least whatever you can do. I'm sure he'll help you." Can you help me?" No," Frank answered, "it's been a long time and I was never that good at it. You'd.