It was a book, which she had probably read a hundred times already, but she could always find something new or forgotten in it and it never failed to ...draw her in. Before she knew it, the train began to slow down and glancing out of the window, she saw the familiar landscape of home. She shoved her book back into her bag and leaned forward to push her feet back into her shoes. She refused to make eye contact with the brooding male sitting opposite her. ‘Don’t sulk Sarah, it’s very childish you. He got on with preparing the meal, not stopping for lunch for himself, hedidn't feel he could eat anything. Mid afternoon Shirley returned withthree huge bunches of flowers which she arranged in the dining room,lounge and bedroom before she enquired how he was getting on."Oh, I forgot, you can't answer me, can you?" She gave a loud laugh,then went off to tidy the rest of the house, singing her head off.Rather earlier than usual Lottie arrived home, calling him upstairs withher. She went to. What can you say? “I guess I’ll see you soon?” she said. “Yeah,” I said. “Call me or something.” “Why don’t you give me a call?” A pause. “If I feel like it.” “Bye Dennis.” She walked out the door with her handbag swinging from her shoulder loosely enough that it could have spilled all over the floor. I wanted to be something like an art gangster that past semester (Spring). I hung out with a few other dudes who knew spray painting and we went around campus at night with spray cans, spraying. He, just so happened to be my history professor. Professor Nelson was the talk of the campus, ever since he got hired about two semesters ago and girls were envious of other girls that had his class. Awakening me was a dull throb between my legs. I was growing wetter and wetter just at the thought of his muscular body. I really wanted to know what his cock looked like, how he could use it, anything. I could feel the damp spot in my panties and clenched my legs together to attempt to dull the.