Andy shakes his head and rolls his eyes. ‘I guess I’ll just have to ask Jackie on Wednesday.’ ‘Who says we are going to the Brownstead? You th...ink I’m just gonna let you ask her whatever questions you want?’ ‘Oh come on!’ Andy says very frustrated and angry. ‘What are you protecting her from anyway?’ Keith lets out a big sigh. ‘I’m not protecting her, I’m protecting myself.’ Andy recognizes that tone and knows where his best friend’s head is at. ‘Keith, why can’t you let go of what happened. I swallowed hard, I knew our saliva's connected, and I felt it deep in my crotch, she was teasing me, tempting me, 'God I thought am I really exhibiting a closet lesbianism'?'Where are you going', she asked, as she passed the bottle to her friend, who thankfully had been distracted, as we had our bonding moment.'I am going back to the halls', I answered, my tone and accent sounded superior, and her pretty face adopted a quizzed look, 'Residence', I added, 'Halls of Residence, I'm a student,. She missed narrowly. “You’ll pay for that,” he said, smiling. “I’d better,” she responded playfully. Kaylee got back up on her hands and knees and stuck her ass out. He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her toward him roughly. He stuck his thumb in her ass as he entered her, and Kaylee moaned. “Thought you’d like that, slut,” he said. He pulled his thumb out and grabbed her by the thighs again. He began to fuck her hard. He moved surprisingly fast for a fat guy. His belly slapped against. The events of her life flashed back to her. She saw the logic. If she had studied harder in high school ... the abortion ... the two divorces. She was convinced of God's retribution and despaired of God's mercy. It was not Paul's fault. She had been wrong to reach out for more.Glenda buried her face in her hands, sobbing at first, and then wept for what had been, what could have been, and the inescapability of it all.Paul sat at his desk trying to analyze the ugly turn of events. It was a nasty.