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“We’ll stay with present tense for today. I recited present simple for the verb Bleep. Can you figure out what present progressive tense would be?”

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s progressive. It’s progressing as we speak. Think about it. Start with yourself. What are you progressing through right now?”

“I am banging,” he said.

“Excellent. It always goes I, you, he, she or it, and we. So what would be next?”

“You are banging,” he said.

“Good, go on.”

“He, she or it is banging, and we are banging.”

“There you go. That’s how you conjugate in present progressive tense. Next time I tutor you, we’ll look at past tense.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually teach me,” he said. He reached for her breasts and slid his hands all over them.

“If I actually teach you something, then my remuneration doesn’t feel so ... slutty,” she said.

“Has anybody ever spanked you?” he asked. “I mean since you were eighteen?”

“No, of course not,” she said.








Bobby wasn’t doing much better than Princess, though his mental machinations weren’t as complicated as hers. He’d never had a serious girlfriend. He had no idea what love felt like. All he knew was that he wasn’t having any fun at all because he didn’t get to see Princess. He got to the point where he bargained with some anonymous power, saying they didn’t even have to have sex if he could just spend some time with her. He wanted to look at her, clothed or not. He wanted to talk to her, about important things or not. He just wanted to be near her and hear her voice.

That said, his mind kept replaying scenes from his memory where she was naked, and they were making love. The memories were vivid, at least the later ones. He still had difficulty remembering the first time in detail. That time was a big ball of bright light that felt warm and luscious, but that was all.

He wasn’t stupid. He thought about how cool it would be to live with Princess, to be able to sleep with her and wake up and have breakfast and all that. But he knew that would never happen. He recognized those thoughts as fantasies. It was enough that she was doing what she was doing.

He hoped she wasn’t pregnant. That would require her to spend more time with him, both in bed and not.

He was also distracted, but young men are often distracted by thoughts of women, so this wasn’t anything new.

He functioned pretty well, all things considered.

Bobby’s phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen. It said, “Lovelyn”.

“Hey!” he said, happily, after swiping the green button. “I thought you weren’t going to call me.”

“I wasn’t,” she said, her voice sounding tired. “We need to talk.”

“Okay,” he said. “You want me to come over? I’m about to go to my statistics class, but I could be there in an hour and a half.”

“No. Don’t come here,” she said. “Meet me in the parking lot of the big super mall close to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” he said. “Are you okay? You sound strange. Did something happen?” He was thinking of her husband finding out about them.





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