”Phil sat on the other end of the couch and the board was set up. I kept my eyes focused mainly on the TV, looking at the board only when it was my ...turn. I had some difficulty moving the pieces; my fingers felt stiff and brittle.“Phil, do you know where I could get some pot?” I asked out of the blue.“What?”“Come on, I know you’re a freshman, but you’ve always been on the social circuit. You must know someone who can sell me some weed.”“No, I don’t hang around with people like that.” I sighed. ” Not “you.” She said “we.” I found out later that she hadn’t let Brad fuck her. He’d wanted to, sure. She let him fondle her, finger her a bit, and she’d stroked his cock, but when she refused to go further he’d ended the date. She’d been happy coming through the door because she’d refused him, because she’d wanted him to fuck her but had said no. Because such a popular guy had wanted to fuck her in the first place. Then there I was waiting on her, her horny little b*****r who’d harbored a. This man was over a foot taller than her and over a 100 pounds heavier. She stood before him, naked, trembling, as he evaluated her appearance. And she wasn’t angry about her powerlessness; she just hoped that he thought that she was pretty enough so that he could sell her pussy. She didn’t want him to hurt her.Dazhawn stepped close to Latoya and fondled her tits. “Damn, they are as firm as they looked.” He wrapped his arms around her and started fondling her body – the body that he owned now.. "Certainly. You said you wanted to talk to me. About what?"That made her pause, and ponder how to begin. "I told you that I had been married."I nodded. "To a guy who died of a heart attack." His name was Brian, and he had a heart defect."What I didn't tell you is that I caused the heart attack." Really?" I exclaimed."Really. It happened less than twenty-four hours after we had been married."On our wedding night, we made love three times. The first time was ... disappointing."I interjected..