"Who?" Never mind that - would you like to manipulate someone into fucking you, Professor? Will you make her hate herself and beg for your cock at the... same time?"Lucas swirled the brandy in his glass, and took another long, reflective sip. There had been so many girls over the long years of his academic career; virgins and sluts and everything between. "Yes," he said at length. "Yes, I think I'd enjoy that." Great," said Nancy, swallowing the last of her drink and getting to her feet. "Come. It's like saying "DIVORCE" it's said so smooth and harsh at the same time. How did we get to this point in our marriage? You'll have to ask the slut, I can only tell you my side. But it's not that hard to figure out, I came home early and BLAM right in the kisser.I was coming home early from a long day on the docks. You see I'm a forklift driver it doesn't pay millions but I gets the bills paid. I not the type of guy that yells, "honey I'm home", it's just not me. But I'm not a moron either so. That struck him as strange. So many beautiful, or at least pretty, women and yet the male element was oddly unrepresented. Shrugging it off he got his gym bag out of the passenger side and walked up to the ticket window. A gaggle of stunning young women had just entered ahead of him, wearing little more than dental floss. Again Brad hesitated. Perhaps this would be little better than going to that strip joint that Bob had invited him to the night before. Brad wasn't the salacious type, and was. When Jennifer presented herself, with her long black hair, tiny skirt and stockings, all dolled up like a cute tiny teen, I took her in my arms and told her that I was supporting her. I felt her loose her tension in my arms and that's when I realised how scared she was of hour reaction. My wife didn't dissapoint Jennifer's expectations. She exploded, calling our child a failure, saying that something was fucked up in his head, and other atrocities. She slapped Jennifer and started pulling her.