"I roll my eyes and snap, "Yeah. I know, genius. What's with the C?" The thing is, Ms. Boyd," he starts, "is that your story lacks any trace of ambian...ce or character development."I exploded, "What?! That's a lie! Did you even read the damn thing?"He got up and started walking towards his in-class office."I'm sorry, Ms. Boyd. What's done is done."I followed him into the office."You don't understand," I cried, "I have a chance to get a full-ride scholarship at Princeton. That C will mess up. He couldn't believe what his mother had done. He was as angry as he had ever been. Chris was still seething as he lay on the bed. He heard a tapping on his door and knew that it was his mother. He didn't answer, but he had left the door unlocked. It opened slowly. "Chris," Allison said as she peeked into the room. Chris didn't acknowledge her as he continued to lie on the bed with a sheet across his waist. He didn't have a shirt on and his hands were behind his head with his eyes staring at. I was no closer to finding Allen.I was giving up hope when I got a call from my PI. He had found him. He was at a resort in the mountains In Tennessee.I told my Lyft driver that he was fixing to earn his money. Head for Tennessee. He said, “yes ma’am” and away we went. It took 8 hours of solid driving before we met my PI who directed me to where Allen was staying. The desk clerk wouldn’t tell me what cabin Allen was in until I laid 5 crisp Benjamin’s in front of him which included a key card.. And I loved how she watched me, enjoying me discovering her body, exploring sex with a woman with her. She guided me through it that first time, teaching me how to please her and what made her cum. The first time she had an orgasm while my mouth was filled with her vagina, there was no turning back for me.Now, I come into her bathroom every morning and we don't really even say much. She's like my morning coffee, only better. I push her back on the counter, or maybe on the bed. Or I might get in.