At least there it’s peaceful…’ he muttered. He turned to face Erica, but she had her back to him. She was trying to pull the struggling baby fro...m the high chair in an attempt to quieten her down. It wasn’t working and Charlotte just screamed all the more. In the face of zero response, Chris stalked out of the room, collected his stuff and headed to work. Hopefully she would be in a better mood tonight. If not, there was always a bottle of whiskey to finish off. Alcohol was an excellent. Lindbrook, the geography teacher, mumbles some drivel about a river in a country that you have no interest in, your more intent on carving swear words in the top of the worn laminated table, than his Amazon rainforest crap. Finishing the last leg on the letter 'K' you had been chiseling, you blow away the dust with the small satisfaction that someone else will be sitting here next year inspired to write his own epitaph on the table of the Geography room.Finished with your carving and in no mood. He is my best friend and I feel comfortable sharing my stuff with him. We are so comfortable with each other that my college friends used to tease us. I always had soft-spot for him and same goes with him.He: So what’s up? How is everything going on?Me: Nothing much same old things with boring job and life.He: Hows Andy? And how are things going on with him?Me: We broke up a week ago.He: What? You are kidding, right?Me: No. *had no more words to say, its 3 am you are talking about your ex with. I began to squirm and move my haunches co-operatively as he gradually increased the pace. Very gradually but positively. Malik was indeed an expert. Inexorably, I felt my lust mounting. In early days I had tried to check it but it was never any good. Always, he defeated one. Now I no longer minded. That big prick was going to make me come, so let it.“Hhhaahhh haaaahhh eeeee aaaahh” I gasped. I was fast mounting to an orgasm.“You like it my pretty?” he asked.“Y-Yes... hhhhaaahhh... ooooooo....