Monday morning, I do not expect to be sitting in a geometry class filled with tenth graders waiting for Dainy to arrive but that's exactly where I am.

The second bell rings when I spot her walking in. Her jeans are ripped and painted to her thighs. The bottle green vest she wears hugs her tits making my dick throb.

It's a sore reminder that I haven't had a woman in my bed since I touched my foot down on American soil, or should I say lawn.

And I wouldn't have had any woman ...