”“If I had a cardiologist, I think he’d disagree with you.”“I do have one, and she does and has. Many times. I actually had to put her on th...e phone with Sev one time, just to prove that I usually eat with admirable restraint, though I’m not sure my liver doctor shares her rosy assessment of my consumption. Anyway, why don’t we let this be our little secret? I’m sure there’s more than enough leaves and twigs in the fridge to make a salad, if that’s your perverse idea of dessert.”“Couldn’t it. . she will be too. Beauty is skin deep ... ugly goes much deeper.Mom and dad, secure not that I was mostly hooked, invited me to a party Friday night. Ignoring Wendy's protests, I agreed."It's dress," her dad said."How dress?" I asked."Neither white nor black tie," Mrs. Austin said, "But the next step down ... at the Yacht Club."Shit. "I have no appropriate clothes," I said."I'l handle it, mother," my redheaded hellion said, and she frowned at me."So be it," Mr. Austin. "Saturday. Keys. I went and stood at the front below the stage and started to read those. First, they all thanked me for teaching them as I teach better than others. I thanked them in return.Next, they have written that even though I am friendly I am maintaining a distance between them. They asked me if there is a mistake with them so that they could change themselves. They want me to be friendlier to them. Next, they have written deliberately.I am really a stunning beauty and they all too admire my beauty. But. I had never met someone so submissive in bed, or so cum hungry. It was almost like he was addicted to cock. Not that it was problem or anything, because I liked it, I liked it a lot. We exchanged information and soon our hookups became more regular and a friendship between us soon began to blossom. It had been a few weeks since our last fling, when Sawyer had invited me over to his apartment. The last time we tried to have some fun was in my room and of course my parents had to come home early.