You’re silent as you pump your frothy seed into the darkest depths of me and I moan because your gift is gratefully received. I feel full of you lon... after you’ve with withdrawn and it’s a feeling that I wish could last forever. “What are you thinking?” you ask me and though it’s a clichéd question you actually mean it. “I’m thinking that that was very fucking nice” I respond because you want to hear that more than you want to hear the truth, I decide. You smile and we lay together watching yet. The new healthy stuff didn't seem overly popular - there were loud and rude outbursts against the cafeteria staff over the food selection and lack of sweet sodas.I went looking for Fran and found her sitting alone eating some rather revolting looking and anything but healthy food. She brightened when she saw me sitting down at her table, but followed my gaze at her food and her face fell. "My Mom is a waitress. She brings home leftovers."I simply nodded, but her obesity was easily explained if. She felt my presence, but was bewildered and couldn't understand what was happening. She turned her head, expecting to see someone, but no one was there.When she stood up, I pulled her to my body and kissed her. She pulled away and yelled, “What the fuck’s going on?”Her manager came running in and asked, “What’s wrong?”“The strangest thing just happened. I was putting on my lipstick and it felt like someone put their arms around me and kiss my neck! I figured it was Nick, but when I turned. It was a little bigger. The bench was wider and a couple of feet longer. I put the tokens he gave me and picked a movie. I sat nervously as I watched two women in a hot tub. I jumped when the door opened. It was Tom thankfully. He sat down and put his arm behind me. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. He leaned of and said, can I unbutton your shirt. My heart beat faster as I nodded my head. He started with the top button, working his way down slowly. Halfway down he spread my shirt open.