After all, I am not cover model material. I never turn heads. I am just an average person. I blend into a crowd of two and am instantly invisible to m...ost people. Throughout my life, the few times I have ever received much attention, it was in jest, from someone who had been dared to tease me. Stepping back from me, the teddy bear still clutched to her chest, she cocked her head to her left, her demeanor that of a person trying to make a decision. I was still quite aroused, both by her. It had been a pretty shitty week teaching 7 and 8 year olds who had already given up on the learning process; so had been looking forward to getting ‘fall down drunk’ on Friday night since second period on Wednesday morning. The plan had worked and I could hardly stand up as I staggered to the taxi rank near the railway station at midnight. “Shit!” I grumbled when I saw the length of the queue. There must have been 50 people there and even in my alcohol fuelled state I knew that meant at. They were naked and she had his cock in her mouth and there was no denying the situation. I slammed the bedroom door open and yelled “What the hell is going on?!” My girlfriend pulled away from her cousin’s and started to stammer her excuses... “BULLSHIT” and I yelled and said nothing else. I stormed out of the house breaking down her slide glass door and I really did not care what happened because you screw with me I screw you over even worse.I arrived home and took off my clothes and got. Brown Eyes? Yes, he is. Ha! Take that, cheater! Look what I snagged! Here is the test - what color eyes does he have? Green. Yes! His fucking eyes are green. He leads me to the dance floor and I can do this. I took some belly dancing classes and learned how to seductively dance. I got this. His eyes fall to my hips, watching my seductive movements. I am getting him tangled in my web. Look at me now, Mr. Brown Eyes. This man is turned on by me.The fates love me tonight and a slow song plays. He.