I popped a couple of pills in my mouth and ran my fingers over my white tie. It was six p.m. and I had a headache. That wasn't the way I wanted this evening to go. Last night after my encounter in the hall with Miss Martinez, I was buzzing. When I came home, I went straight to the shower to relieve myself. I couldn't keep walking around with a rock-hard dick.
That didn't actually help, because I couldn't stop imagining her in the bedroom. With her skills on the pole and my stamina, we wouldn't have to leave the room at all. Many people had told me that I wasn't very patient. I hated waiting for anything or anyone, but women were complicated creatures. If Gina wanted to wait, then I needed to respect that. Who knew what was going on inside that head of hers?