I followed her and we just placed the bags on the kitchen table and left them there. Melissa filled the kettle, replaced it on the stand and switched ...it on. She lifted two mugs from mug-tree on the kitchen sink, gave them a quick swill and filled them with coffee.“Milk and sugar?”I nodded.We waited for the water to boil, avoiding conversation and suspended in that awkward silence that weighed heavily on us.“So how are you keeping?” I blurted out.“Good,” she replied, nodding. I detected that she. " Um, actually," I said softly, "I was hoping on getting something fromthe women's department as well."She scoffed back a laugh as I said this."I'm sorry, ma'am." She said in that same unsorry tone. "Even if we didhave something that would fit you, we're simply not that kind ofstore."I blushed in embarrassment and outrage. That was it. This woman neededto be taught a lesson.Evan, sensing my embarrassment, had risen to my defense, but there'sonly so much you can do and still remain civil when. "Damn this sucks." Horny as hell, he throws his book bag on his bedroom floor and slams his bedroom door."Is it me or does everyone have someone they can fuck but me."Bouncing on his bed, he kicks off his shoes. "I go to school and everyone has a partner they can fuck. I mean it's bad enough that all the jocks have babes to screw, but come on. Many of the Cheerleaders are doing each other!"Fighting back tears, he gets undressed. "I am so tired of jerking off. What else can I do?" Throwing his. Didn’t work out that well if you ask me, but then again who the hell knows what God wants. He’s a puzzle wrapped in an enigma stuffed into a rubix cube inside a woman (the greatest mystery of all, so much that not even women understand themselves). Damn. God made Lilith and Adam and that was the first bad marriage of humanity as well as the first nasty divorce. All because Adam wanted to be on top. If Man was made in God’s image it explains men’s pomposity a lot. So there you go. The first.