I used to think I would be with my Dad forever… XXNX I want him to look. I know for a fact no one cleans those nasty tables, and other nasty things get spilled and/or dissected on them. and it’s old fashioned, but I write down my email and tell him we’ll need to keep in touch, now that we’re lab partners. are all in the town where I go to college, and they welcomed me back vigorously. it always feels good to be back. I splash some water on my face, my cheeks feel so hot. Slightly salty taste… And suddenly I’m so hot between my legs… He’s leaning back, limp in every way, breathing hard, looking at the ceiling. and I hate when the profs pretend we don’t have other classes besides theirs. “See you next Friday,” I whispered to him, and left the
