Chapter 962 Inches From My Pussy:>Ep9

• Since the semester began three weeks ago, I haven't seen my dad. My parents' house was a 90-minute car drive away -- close enough to consider a spur-of-the-moment trip every now and then, but too far to do it too often. Classwork was keeping me really busy, too.
• Also keeping me busy was the fact that I had not one, but two, casual girlfriends. One was Hedda, the blonde older woman I'd met at my friend's baby shower. She had invited me to her apartment for drinks and to "discuss an internship at her company," but after about an hour and couple of gin and tonics, she had put her hand on my upper thigh with one hand and stroked my hair with the other.
• The other was Casey, a perky little brunette freshman I met while volunteering at a food pantry.