“Me too. It’s so hard for me too.” She didn’t get the joke, at all. Ten minutes after we hit up a burger joint and ate mostly in silence, we w...ere strolling into my one-room apartment, because I had told her, “Let’s play a game,” and she responded with delight. I kept reminding myself not to have expectations. We were just getting to know each other, and the only expectation I had was for us to be sitting awkwardly at a table, tied to our phones in attempts to translate each other’s words. But. ”“Well, since I’m not an ordinary man and according to Wizards law, I can marry whom I please. I’m going to marry them both.”“Is Lindell okay with this?” she asked.“I haven’t asked her yet,” I said.“Well I suggest before you let your cock lead you astray, you had better ask first,” she said.I kissed her cheek and blinked upstairs. I stripped off and crawled over the end of the bed. Kim was curled into Lindell and had his head and hand on one of her lovely tits, so I claimed the other. I licked. It's single occupancy.”“Oh, uh, the girl's restroom is fine,” I said, blushing as I remembered the fun I had. “I, um, still have my urethra in its normal spot so I don't need a urinal or anything.”“Oh, well, you don't have to tell such intimate information, but...” the dean smiled at me, her eyes gleaming, “I'm free to hear about any problems you might have.”“Well, thanks,” I said.“And for PE, you can use the coach's private locker room for changing and showering,” she said. “Coach Clarkson. I would be in for my share of the critique, but he was fair and spread it around.Out on the field, it was strange to sit on the sidelines and watch. This was the first game I had ever missed. I was healthy and in good condition, and while I’d had my share of colds and flu over the years, nothing major had cropped up during football season. It was weird watching the defense from the sidelines and seeing somebody else calling plays. It was a completely different perspective.We had only two games.