Which ones are they playing?” I asked emptying my coffee cup and getting up for a refill. “Casablanca and Roman Holiday, I think,” Bradley answ...ered. “Both are great. You need a refill?” I asked. He nodded and I brought the almost empty pot to the table. I poured him the rest and turned off the Mr. Coffee machine. I sat back down at the table and looked at him thinking, he can’t be real. He was so handsome, so sweet, so romantic and so thoughtful. He had to be that one in a million men that. He had been looking forward to this, Michael. He’d had a bit of a crush on Jane ever since he joined Woodward as a history teacher five months ago. He remembered the first time he had seen her. He was waiting outside the Principal’s office to be called in for his interview. Jane had glided past him with a visibly ill girl into the Principal’s office. He only caught a glance and a whiff but he was mesmerized. She had shoulder-length glossy reddish brown hair that wonderfully framed her soft. The kid immediately went back to his teenage daydreams until an older pimply boy, who was his boss, called him away.Within sight of the men's restroom he felt his stomach give a sickening squeal and felt the urge to clench his buttocks to be a paramount event and he stood still unable to move an inch. He stopped breathing again and held his ground until the wave dissipated."No," he muttered to himself and to the almighty, "please God let me make it to the bathroom, it's only a few steps away.". Go ahead and jerk your dick over my feet while you clean my up and listen to the rest of what’s in store for you.“You obviously love all of this, so I’m going to start learning how to make your fantasies come true. First, we’re going to run through your entire browser history. I’ll find out exactly what kind of shit you’re into. I’m going to give it all to you, bitch. You want me to cuckold you and fuck other men? You’re going to help me get them off and make damn sure I always get off. I’m.