Three months before I graduated she started going steady with John Markham. Six weeks later I heard him bragging about how he had popped her cherry (w...hich indicated that the rumors were false or that John was a liar) and a week after that they got into a fought and broke up. Chrissi went back to being a butterfly and the rumors started up again. I graduated and headed off to college.The beginning of my second year I was in the campus bookstore buying books when I saw Chrissi and John walking. I thought of going to the toilet, but was too soon overpowered by sleep once again, and this time was more peaceful than last.I woke around noon with a minor headache and a bit of a nosebleed, which I thought nothing of, for both had ceased completely by the time I ate through a bag of potato crisps. I was afraid to open the fridge--I had even forgotten, yesterday, to throw out that piece of cheese; and amusingly enough, I slept with my rubber gloves on. I was feeling atypically energetic this. "No honey,never. I really can't complain and I am very sorry I couldn'tmarry you, but you'd never make a good wife and that wouldalways run us into trouble. This is certainly the best solution.You'll be my live-in lover while he'll be my little wife andchamber maid." They both laughed and undressed each other. Itried in vain to get out of my bonds but a hard smack on my buttfrom her young lover brought me back to reality. "Don't move.Just stay still. I don't want to hear anything from you. And he turned up the volume just a little louder than he normally did. It was bedtime before Keith finally had sex with his wife and it really wasn’t as passionate or even as prolonged as Keith had hoped. He had no chance to enjoy her anal grip, and he’d almost not even released his own semen before Karen looked tired of it all. But as they turned over to go to bed, it was Fee that Karen was talking about. Fee this. Fee that. Fuck Fee! It wasn’t as if they were fucking lovers or anything. Of.