”Wendy likes to gamble. Most of the time, she gambles other people's money. But when she’s out of options, she’ll bet her ass. Like she did with... me this time. We wagered whose GPA would be higher at the end of the semester. I won, with a 3.88. She did a 3.75.I was willing to pay her the hundred bucks, had she had won. But she missed an assignment in biology, even after acing the final. She just couldn’t make up for it. She’s done this before. Made bets, just like this.She once bet my friend,. Then he ran from table totable begging for help. But the patrons merely laughed at his comicalpleads, Even the bouncer refused."THERE HE IS, THAT NAUGHTY LITTLE SISSY! LETS GET HIM" "OH NO," hescreamed. His matronly pursuers had spotted him and the chase was on.Though there was nowhere to run to, Jack ran wildly around the clubtrying to avoid capture. He ran around and jumped over tables as patronsjumped and ducked aside. But to no avail. The ladies soon cut off anyescape and surrounded Jack.As. Her hand beat him to it, taking a tight grip and easing back his foreskin, gently. Sensually. The look in her deep, azure eyes was unlike any he had seen in a corporeal woman—sheer lust and desire to please. A drop formed at the slit of his now exposed glans and, as she licked it hungrily, Oscar felt a wet patch form on his boxers in reality. Why was his own consciousness torturing him so when there was nothing he could do about it? The question vanished as he pictured her breasts, somehow. Pat was somewhat unique as a woman in that she had a muscular body but at the same time she was very feminine because of her flat stomach, small waist and firm breasts. She was an excellent lover who was not embarrassed to freely express herself when they made love.Joe was still a little bothered by how she said good-bye but if she was in a hurry to get to the White House that could explain why she acted that way. Her saying what her forthcoming assignments were made Joe think that she wouldn't.