And, if that were not enough, her husband is divorcing her. Found his soulmate or so the asshole claims. I mean she hasn’t got enough to deal with w...ithout her husband of ten years screwing her over! She’s kinda down on men anymore.”The look on the face of the man was missed by the lady sitting at her desk, well, she was looking down so that kinda figured. Denise was a pretty girl. Would her sister also be pretty?“Wow!” he said, finally. I know exactly how you feel. Yes, just like Mister. " he asked. I thought about it. "Yeah... okay. I guess you can come back here and we can walk together." "Cool check ya later man." He walked away and I walked back to my room grinning like I just made my first date. My roommate watched me as I walked by. Quinn Robinson was his name and being an asshole was his game.The first time I talked to this guy I had to laugh because his head was damn big it looked like it would explode any second. He was an asshole and he knew it. Quinn was a basketball. "I'm done showering and dressing, Mistress." That's fine, have a cup of coffee and then I want you to get busy cleaning up all this mess you made last night. And clean up your dressing room and be sure all the toys are cleaned. And don't take forever. I have plans! While you're cleaning, I'm going home to get dressed." Yes, Mistress," Was all I said. That coffee washing down my throat felt so good that I just wanted to savor the moment, but I knew I'd better get busy, so I quickly straightened. Everything was going to be good with him going to the Final Four. He was going to win a championship and then go and be the top three pick that every scout had been telling him since he showed what he could do the previous summer when he played with USA Basketball. In the Final Four he was the man, scoring at will, showing them what a 6’5” 235lb point guard with a 50” vertical and the best jump shot anyone had ever seen could do. He scored 42 points in the first game and in the championship he.