’ ‘That’s the thing about men.’ I gripped his dick and squeezed. He moaned. ‘Always thinking with their little men.’ He took my hand. �...�You like it kind of rough.’ ‘I don’t like it all,’ I insisted. ‘I’m way past sex. Sex is for people, and I don’t often get accused of that anymore.’ ‘You’re really weird,’ he said. ‘But you don’t dress like a goth.’ ‘I don’t really need to advertise it.’ ‘I like weird.’ He yanked my hair sideways and bit into my neck. My breath caught. ‘I’ll fuck you. They remained discrete. Aware their affair was against university policy they never appeared in public together. Most weekends, unless they went away together, were spent sequestered at his colonial house near campus. One of Shawn's interests, along with sociology, was historical erotic literature. He owned a significant collection. That fifth Sunday morning and the many more that followed were spent in an upstairs library lit by blades of sunlight knifing through its tall windows. Shawn read. Realizing that I was safe, at least for the moment, I noticed her wonderful breasts were still uncovered. Her beautiful C cups bounced slightly as she rocked and jumped to the music. After staring for a minute I decided not to push my luck. I quietly walked to the living room and sat down. When I sat down the music stopped, and I looked over toward the hallway entrance. Amanda came out wearing only a tight black pair of boy shorts and a tight pink t-shirt, which didn’t cover her midriff. I. Fullerton comes down here. I always get in here around 5:30 to start cleaning stalls, I figure you going to be helping me. I jumped out of bed pulled on clean wrinkled jeans, took off to the house. I stopped and knocked on the screen door, Uncle Jerry come on in Donnie you almost missed breakfast, but that is alright seeing as how you didn’t get here till almost time to get up.You sit right hear Donnie next to Joyce, his youngest daughter the older daughter Maxine was married and gone. Joyce.