.if I get there and she's ugly, I can just leave...no harm, no fowl." The following evening you find an email in your inbox from Josh. After a moments... hesitation, you respond, answering a few questions for him. Within a few days, you've exchanged multiple emails with the couple. They ask for a dick-pic (to verify that you're at least average in that department), and a scanned copy of recent STD tests, which you fortunately had on hand after a scare a month ago (turns out it was just some minor. ’ Madison, her face going redder, clearly not used to being contradicted by her sister, says, ‘So Professor Jefferson is a better teacher than Mr. Hamilton because she dresses better?’ ‘Yes,’ Emily confidently says. ‘So you are against using the word Nigger because it is racist, but you have no problem judging a qualified professor based on his dress? How hypocritical.’ I break the sisterly disagreement. ‘I think we are getting off topic. And I definitely don’t want to get into a conversation. Once again I make eye contact and then looked over to the washroom.A few minutes later, I excuse myself to go to the washroom. There are 2 urinals. I stand at one & unzip, pull out my pecker and fully retract my hood. I hold it with my opposite hand so that if the guy comes in, he'll be able to see my pecker, if he is so inclined. I am standing at the urinal pissing away. The guy does come in & stands beside me. He purposefully looks over and down at my cock as he unzips and pulls out his own. I couldn’t let her see the bruises, couldn’t let her see all the marks that had been left. I barely escaped Him, but if He found me this time, I know it won’t be long until He finds me again. I haven’t told anyone, not anyone, not even those I promised to tell if anything were to happen. It’s getting colder, I’ve been out Here for about an hour, I think the rain is slowly turning to snow, I see white flakes falling every so often. And here she comes, walking down the path from our dorm. I can.