Also, I couldn't stop myself from running like a girl, which I guesswasn't much of a problem with all girls. But I caught a couple of guyswatching me ...and my "girls," and I shot them a nasty look. At the end of the day I was exhausted. I hadn't paid attention in anyclass, but I had never relaxed the whole day. Jule seemed to be doingbetter in my body, as she strolled over to me cool as ever. We decided torun home, change, and then meet up at the tree. I got sweat pants and asweater, changed. Joe had always gotten off imagining in his mind that an innocent young white girl was a plaything for a group of horny black studs. In his fantasy, she would be a pure, unsuspecting rich girl that was unable to defend herself. Joe knew the black clerk and his friends would be happy to help him out. That's why Joe was so damned excited about bringing Susan to the porn shop to let his black friend get a look at her. If he played his cards right, he just might have found the perfect girl to star. Jack was obviously a very intelligent man. He had graduated high school with a 4.2 GPA, got into his college with a full ride scholarship, and was studying history. He hated math, he said, which was a bit disappointing, but he loved writing, and said he would love to look at a few of my stories. I sent back my response the next day, and so our correspondence began. Over the next few months Jack became my obsession. He seemed exceedingly kind and patient: he would read and respond to my little. While all the men in Winterfell's feasting hall were looking at the golden haired queen of the realm, no doubt imagining fucking such a beauty, her eyes and thoughts were still on the dark haired young man who sat quietly eating in a far corner of the hall.She had excused herself to bed just as the young man had left the hall. It didn't take long to corner him."Your grace..?" He had spoken nervously as Cersei just smiled."What is your name?" She had asked, a hand moving to brush his curly hair.