When I arrived to pick up Tasha I got my usual smile from Pam and a half scowl from her father and then Tasha and I were on our way to dinner. After eating we went to the teen club and danced and socialized until around ten and then Tasha wanted to go play. Given her horny nature I half expected that she would drag me into the motel room after going a week without, but she didn't. It occurred to me that she wasn't as needy as I expected because she had played some at school. For a brief second or so I was pissed, but then I remembered our agreement. I had to work hard at not being a hypocrite. As I buried my face in Tasha's furry beaver I hoped that she had at least cleaned him them? I didn't normally mind taking cum from a lady's honey pot, but I did like to know whose it was. Tasha wasn't happy when I told her that I wouldn't see her until two on Saturday.
The end came the following Thursday. I received a call at work from Nancy Wilde. Your suspicions were right. She is running around on you. There was some pretty heavy necking going on.
School was school -- never any change -- the instructors drone on and on, assign homework and reading assignments and wait for the next bunch of students when the hour is up. The students sit through boring lectures from people who don't seem to have any connection to the real world outside the school doors and then move on to the next classroom. No one joined me for lunch even though I saw both Angie and Nancy there, Fred put me on the punch press, another machine I knew from my high school shop classes. Just before quitting time Fred told me that I needed to go up to the office and see Marge. She was waiting for me when I got there. This time I'm going with him.
I rang the doorbell right at six and Marcus opened the door. He saw me and his face expressed surprise. Apparently Vonda hadn't told him about her date. What are you doing here? He's here.