The house was no cleaner, the food was no better and now she and everything else in our home smelled of cigarette smoke. Beyond that, while we were e...gaged to be married, she fucked a co-worker. And on a few occasions she tried to fuck my best friend. Drinking too much and coming on to him right in front of me. I would have allowed it if he wasn’t married as well. I didn’t want her to fuck up his marriage and my friendship with him. I tried to arrange things at one point for a swapping. He ran for his life. Bruce Craig, the sophomore who had bullied me when my bunk was above his, looked scared. Bruce Craig must have thought that if he didn't have the ball in his position there was nothing that I could do to him. Bruce Craig was wrong. Our safety picked up the ball where Craig dropped it, and ran to the other end of the field, untouched by any of the three members of the varsity that followed him down the field.Naturally the touchdown was called back and we were penalized. He tried to find the eroticism but her tears spoiled it, he even tried to slide under her so she could sink down on him but it didn't work, so he left her alone on the bed and turned out the light and closed the door.He sat on his own soft king size bed, thinking, and then he turned the radiator thermostat down and tried to sleep.He woke, the clock said three ten, he shivered, and remembered, perhaps she could be his bed warmer, so he went to find her.She lay awkwardly but slept easily,. “Did she?” “Well, I’m not sure about that. She certainly opened my eyes. We were only together four or five weeks. I have no idea where she is now, but if I knew, I’d thank her.” “Why?” “Because she taught me I could ‘make my own structure’. That the world is my oyster, basically. She told me there were girls out there who, if I treated them well, would do anything to please me.” “What happened to her?” “She moved on. She ‘found who she was looking for’. To this day I’m not.
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