Angry, pissed, tired, anxious and depressed. That’s where the cabin came in. Get as far away from the nightmare as he could. Fish, hunt, sit on the ...porch and stare at the water and the shorebirds, play his trumpet.And write. But the writing hadn’t been going so well. He knew he had a story to tell and knew that writing it would be his catharsis, his therapy. It would be the only way he could heal.There was another thing that bothered him. It bothered him a lot. And he blamed the war for that. A guy came out and Deirdre recognized him. "Hey, Joey, wassup?" she managed to slur.She saw bathroom fixtures behind him and wanted to go in there herself, but Mike and Paul steered her along the corridor."Hey, ssat's sse bashroom," she giggled. "I wanna peeee!" Quiet," Mike hissed. "We'll show you to another bathroom." What the fuck are you two up to?" a sharp voice pierced Deirdre's ears.Joey had danced with Liz for more songs and then they chatted. She was cute as a button and fun all. The redhead sat down with me.?What did he ask you?? I questioned her. Then I added meekly, ?if you don?t mind telling me.?The woman took a deep breath. I could tell the answer was embarrassing for her.?I am not a slut,? she said.?Of course not,? I countered.?James told me if I wanted him to fuck me, I had to blow you first.?She had a look of disgust in her eyes. She clearly didn?t want anything to do with a loser like me. I didn?t tell her that I probably cum as soon as she touched me. I had. . There would be consequences, I just couldn't resist her when she said those words while I was in her, begging me to breed her.My erection swelled, blood engorging my clit-dick. It pressed against my pussy lips through my bush, the heat building in my depths. I groaned, debating slipping off to the faculty restroom and stroking one out.“Hey, Jenny, can I talk to you?” Wendy asked. My other friend came in from a side hallway. “It's important. Um, alone, if that's okay, Pita?”I glanced at Pita.