Come on you’re depressing me.”“That’s because I am depressed. I haven’t had any contact with Rita in two weeks, I won’t be back to normal ...until I’m looking at her or touching her, or something, anything.”“When was the last time you tried to see her, a few days ago right?”“Yep, and just like all the other times, dad was guarding her like a prison warden.”“He can’t do it forever. He has to go to work sometime doesn’t he?”“He’s already taken two weeks once. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did it. With a slow, measured rhythm, he coaxed his battle club to near full erection. His mother knocked on his door. "Just a second," he said roughly. He wondered how to disguise his hard on."Don't worry hon," said his mother. Did she know his state of tumescence? "I thought I'd let you know that Kathleen called a couple times." Thanks, mom," he said loudly through the closed door."Is everything alright?" she asked."Fine." She sounded a little strange on the phone. I let her know you weren't expected. The game against the arrogant bastards never takes place before Halloween. While universities do exist and, to be sure, they are all well-stocked with rules and committees, this story is otherwise pure fantasy, written chiefly for my own pleasure. I hope some of you may share that pleasure.I do know the rules. In fact, I helped write them.It started, I suppose, at dinner at the Dean's house. Now, you need to know that the Dr. Richard Evans, Dean of Engineering of Locksmith University, is not. Feeling horny and mischevious and not really caring as Justin knew my secret and there was no use pretending with him. I decided to get on my nees so from my belly button on was covered by the seat in front of me, and turned to put my back to justin and pretended to look out the window. I said to Justin, “yeah youre right man. I know you're not interested, my bad.” nonchalently. Then while watching to make sure the bus driving wasn't watching, and making sure Justin was looking I pulled down my.