I saw her look into space as if she was thinking about something."All right let's see how much of a smarty-fuckin'-pants you really are. I'm thinking ...about something right now, it's a little idiosyncrasy of mine. Christ that's some kind of a fuckin' word ain't it, my ex said it described me perfectly, said it was for people who are a little weird, a little crazy. Anyway what I really want you to do is tell me what I'm thinking."'She's got this thing about sex and big dicks, and she likes them. I'll be back in a while."With that he left. I went upstairs and hopped in the shower. I soaped up and as soon as I touched my dick, it was hard. I resisted the urge to masturbate as I figured I was going to get relief later anyway. I rinsed off and got out. As I came out of the bathroom, the phone was ringing. It was my folks. They were running late and were calling to ask what I wanted for dinner. I told them Jimmy was spending the night so I suggested pizza. They agreed and said they'd see me. I feel like I did the best I could, there was one thing I think I could have done better. I don’t know. I just hope it’s a good fit and that they liked me. We’ll see.” Of course, two days later, there’d be a letter or a phone call and squealing with glee.What she did not expect was this:“Wine. I need wine.”“Hey there roomie, how’d—” Artemis cut off her thought mid-sentence at the sight of a disheveled and flushed Lacey Dupree. Her hair was in disarray, her hands had black ink marks all over. She relented, saying to give her a few minutes to get ready."Are you sure this car will make it?" she asked, teasingly as we got into the car.I laughed. I guess we were both in a good mood. We were doing something other than studying. Should I tell her that she looked nice? She's married. This is not a date.Our seats were not in the best location. I took her hand as we climbed to the uppermost section of the stands."This is fun. I can't remember the last time I went to the circus," she said.She.