It was annoying, mainly because she could have helped push if the motor drowned in the spray but if she wanted to walk and take the bus well there was nothing I could do about it. I made it home ok, the motor spluttered a few times but kept running so I was home long before she arrived. She walked past me in the lobby of the house where we both had rooms, four bed sitting rooms with communal kitchen and bathroom, she had the best room upstairs front, mine was away on the top floor tucked under the roof. She looked at me with annoyance, "I wish you would hide that pile of scrap around the back, it lowers the tone of the Hard Fucking area." she sneered. "Sorry, Angie" I apologised, "Better still scrap it." she suggested unkindly. "And it's Miss Hamilton - Grey to you Groves" she certainly knew how to deliver a put down six months in the same house and she still didn't know my name. I thought of the first time we met, in the lounge at the student house we shared, I lived in a flat on campus for the first year then we found "Digs" for the second and third years, so the first time we met was after the summer break when we moved in. I was completely tongue tied, her beauty took my breath away, yet she was clearly horrified, well I had been working on the car and asian maybe my face was not entirely free of oil, and my hands were undoubtedly covered in it, but still she might have been polite. I wondered why she chose to live here, clearly her parents were rich, her allowance was certainly generous judging by the designer clothes she wore. Each day brought a new torment, somehow other girls seemed somehow diminished by comparison with Angie, certainly I never seemed to find anyone to build a relationship with. It was a faint hope, supposing that a ride with me was preferable to getting soaked but clearly it was not enough. The rains continued, week on week it seemed, somehow I managed to coax the Hardcore ageing vehicle to life each morning despite it being over thirty years old, which at least meant I could get in the bathroom after Angie and the other girls had left to catch the bus.awkward. There was something about Angie, the shape of her neck, those pear shaped breasts, the blue eyes, that long golden hair, maybe even her haughty manner that got under my skin in a way Amanda and Charlotte the other housemates never managed to do. Fridays were worst, most Fridays we had a Hairy gig somewhere for our little rock band, and straight after the last lectures we would set off with the amps and drum kit squeezed into my tiny van and the rest of the kit and the lads in Tom's Mondeo station wagon. I remember one night, she was in our lounge, drunk, I thought, when I returned, her pink knees framed a pair of brown buttocks as some new guy took his pleasure japanese with her, another negro, she liked negroes. I felt physically sick. He pulled away as he heard me, "Fuck you pervert" he said as he threw the glistening used condom in the fireplace. I saw she had shaved her pubes, her slit glistened obscenely between her slightly reddened abused lower lips. "I'm sorry," was all I could say as I closed the door and heard them burst into uncontrollable giggles. My second year rolled on, the Band became more popular, Gigs rolled in, every weekend. The gigs were great, well sometimes people stopped yelling long enough for us to hear ourselves play, but after two or three twenty minute sets, then dismantling everything and loading the van the evening seemed to be gone, but usually I was home before Angie put in an appearance in the early hours, after an evening in the bar then on to an expensive nightclub with her "Friends." then she would be belting out pop songs in completely the wrong key in that high soprano voice of hers, the sort that smashes wine glasses and kills rats at fifty paces. I noticed a gradual change in Angie, I missed the big things but suddenly the guys she brought home were richer, her type I thought, and she took them to her room, not the lounge. I actually felt pleased, she deserved someone decent, but they seemed strangely old, then I had to make a decision, the Band got a record contract, except it meant giving up my degree course, the other guys were up for it but I had worked too hard and I was unsure. "Fuck you, drummers are two a penny." was the phrase which sealed my fate. They got a called Pete to take my place, well at gigs in the studio they had to use a sessions man because Pete had little sense of rhythm, at least when he was stoned which was all the time, and of course he got busted and of course I got hauled up before the Chancellor, the head of the faculty. "Now look Smethwick," he intoned, "Why not resign now, save us all the embarrassment of the trial." he continued. I knew he had read the papers where they incorrectly identified me as the Drummer who was arrested. "It wasn't me sir" I told him, "It was the new guy." I knew he didn't believe me and then I had a visit from Mr Hamilton - Grey, Anela's father. "Look Smethwick," he advised, "I know my daughter loathes you, and I suppose that is mutual, but, and I appeal to any decency you may have, for gods sake go home and out of my daughter's life, she wants to be a Lawyer, she can't associate with drug using scum like you." "I never use drugs." I told him, "It wasn't me that was caught." Why, Santosh? “Too late, now,” said Donovan. All the while his hands Hardcore were playing with my nipples, now engorged and hard to the touch. "Give it one good squeeze up the shaft," asian The herdstress told Audrey, when Michael's convulsions were finally drawing to an end. Her perky face had a flirty smile on her lips. She knocked on the dead-bolted entry door several times, and waited for it to open. "Ummmmmm. Joe began to fuck me, slowly Hard Fucking at first, then picking up speed. As she finished, the door swung open and Liana entered, immediately reaching up and removing her hair pins, letting her deep red locks cascade down over her shoulders. From the back to the front he teased her. Although the damage has already been done. Cindy was a 20 year old slut who he was dating , who he japanese hypnotized but she mostly just blew him in his car ,he dated Cindy to keep up appearances in the community, but Arthur preferred to dominate married older whores . Bobby extended his hand in which I asked, “You dance salsa?” Stumbling to the couch, I explained about the hidden portal, Kate the witch, Princess the cat, and how my attempt to fix the portal had Hairy ended. It's one of my favourites because it's really light and the bottom dances around my thighs when I walk… and because it makes my tits look bigger! I have suffered too much to let this end,” I state and he steps back. "You're free to go," he said, "but I hope you'll stay."