Generally I would come back much more calm and usually with whatever problem worked out.Somehow I didn't think that would be the case this time. That'...s why I was still up at midnight drinking a brandy.Despite the talk to myself about patience, I knew I had rushed things with Sheila last night. My patience had run out. Seeing her in another man's arms was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was tired of waiting. I was tired of watching Sheila date other men when I knew they weren't good. I'm not talking about taking on any new wives. If I was, then Eddie and Dale would be the first ones that I'd ask." Cindy is different, Kenny. It isn't the same. There is a lot more at stake for her than there was for Dale and Eddie. The rest of her life kind of depends on something like this happening for her." Why is she so different? You can't just make these vague assertions, Joyce. What makes Cindy more special than either Eddie or Dale?" I almost never ask you for anything for myself,. "You can do what you want. Ijust care about the tutoring and his behavior."Stacy was glad. She had plenty ideas for the boy who pushed too far.* * * * *The rest of the day was not fun for Jake. He not only had to wear thestupid sorority shirt, but Stacy had given him strict instructions not tocover it up. Since all the sorority sisters knew him well, he couldn'trisk wearing a jacket and getting caught. Now that he looked for them,he basically saw them at least twice an hour, if not more. . "He ... hello!" she replied."Please scoot down on the bed."She did so."Thank you. Put your hands over your head."She again complied. I put the cuffs around her wrists. They had a quick release button so I didn't need a key.I looked at her. I guess the cuffs didn't really do much but I still felt better having them. She couldn't grapple with me. I wasn't the strongest boy so a lot of girls were physically stronger.I silently took my clothes off without taking my eyes off her naked body. It was.