He’d always thought the university campus could use a little more lighting. It was still and quiet and he could hear the crunching of the leaves und...rneath his footsteps. He breathed in deeply and could smell the decay of the leaves, the wet earth and the freshly trimmed eucalyptus trees. He began humming quietly. His car was parked quite a bit away from his classroom. He purposefully parked as far as he could. There were two benefits to doing so. It gave him a chance to exercise and to have. But now that you mention it... No, never mind," she trailed off, turning away."What is it?" I demanded, grabbing her by the arm and turning her to face me again."No, I shouldn't say it..." You loved it, didn't you?" I said between my gritted teeth. "You little slut! You loved cheating on me."Sarah's eyes widened. The tears she had been about to shed were outshone by anger."Yes! I loved it!" she shouted at me. "I loved all ten inches of it! He fucked me better than you ever could! That thing. Trish was glad the police never asked about what she had seen. Cocaine was the simplest of it.Still, a job was a job. She liked working under Mr. Rodger’s. Mr. R knew what he wanted and would not accept anything less. Trish was hired to be his gofer and problem solver, and she was good at it. Months passed. Trish became used to the long commute and the longer hours. At first, she was excited when she saw a famous person or a news crew. Eventually, they all blurred together. Trish worked, saved. The boy's hard dick grazes softly against her even softer thighs, poking hard close to her hole, seeking entry, needing to get into the girl's wet cunt.The girl feels the boy's urgency and thinks she should stop this. but doesn't want to and when she feels his finger inside her again, and hears the boy softly telling her how much he likes her and wants her, her resolve melts away. Her eyes open briefly and she sees how pretty the boy is, and knows how lucky she is that he wants her so much. .