I didn’t like living here in this shitty little town. Hardcore Okay, it wasn’t that shitty. It was kind of cute in some ways. But when the biggest threesome event in the last decade appeared to be when they opened a second Waffle House, well that speaks volumes. Doesn't it? And when you add the very real possibility of running into one of your professors in a social setting, the cringe factor just keeps rising. So there I was, tending the bar at Appleby’s (just the one Appleby’s, we ain’t big enough for two of those!) when Tish and her husband walked in one afternoon. The visceral pain shot through my gut again, pretty much like it always did when I thought of her. I couldn’t believe it when they came straight into the bar. Her face lit up when she saw me and then introduced me to Tommy as one of her former students. The surreal moment stretched on blowjob and on as I saw them holding hands, Tish smiling proudly at Tommy Fucking as they sat down and ordered two of our stupid summer cocktails. My heart pounded and I had serious difficulty concentrating on making their drinks. I tried maintaining some sense of normality, tried to smile and be friendly, while all I wanted to do was scream. But instead, I listened and agreed with Tommy that, yes, whole-life certainly did sound better than term and teens I definitely needed to consider the consequences of waiting too long to buy life insurance. After all, he assured me, I was a young adult who needed to think of these things. Yeah, I’m young. Just how your wife likes ‘em. Young and dumb and full of… I excused myself and informed the shift lead I was taking a break. Looking her up and down he could see that she was standing stock still, clenching her blowjob hands. I haven’t answered teens yet, but… I dunno.” I started dialing up threesome Tina, but the phone Fucking call only went straight to voicemail. “I also hope she had a ride home too. I made my way up the block to my grandmother’s apartment and was greeted by her tears and clutching arms. "at least, you know how to treat a magazine spring" he said to the blood covered body on the floor. “Fuck!” I muttered, her footsteps echoing through the garage before she vanished into the house. “Really. It had taken some getting used to. He doesn’t mind that she Hardcore calls him Johnny, something only his sister is allowed.