Subject: 2

"Please feel free to make any mistake! On second thought –“ a pause and smile that melted every girl’s heart – “Make that plenty of mistakes!"

"Bastard," the student growled under his breath in reply to his teacher's remarks.

What was he thinking?! Bringing me to visit his family?! HE’S MARRIED WITH KIDS OF HIS OWN?!!

Hans had been quiet as he sat in the car as they were going back to their respective apartments. He had been ignoring all of his questions, calls, text messages, emails – WHATEVER

Instead what was he thinking, allowing him to lead him by his whims and fancies, taken in by the voice that got him hard all the time, teasing him and they end up in places everywhere where he would reserve a small resort somewhere where they could be completely alone.

But not yesterday. He heard the word right.

“DADDY!!!”

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A week had passed. He congratulated himself being able to ignore him completely, hiding his screams within with that same deadpan expression to everyone on the first day as a freshman – in fact, his cellphone had been switched off..for a good and many reasons.

But he could not ignore conversations, especially females’, as he walked past them, hearing them talk about how they love their boyfriends so much that their friends would advise them to “talk it out, iron out differences” etc.

Perhaps he should too. Perhaps..was he tested? Bastard! Seriously I will – but he always ended up - not on top – but on the receiving end…he realised he was blushing as he noticed that some girls were looking, giggling and whispering excitedly to one another as they glanced in his direction.

Well, he was the only one who had stopped walking while everyone were going back to their dorms to pack their bags for the summer holidays.

Summer holidays..it had been such a short time but it felt long as he would wait in yearning to be on the receiving end, everyday…

“Aaaargh!” he muttered, realising he had given himself away. Perhaps he should talk it out and iron out differences.

He found himself standing in front of the student council room. It had always been the room where time would stop, even if it’s for a quickie..

AAAAARGH!!!! He flung the door open –

but the handle would not turn.

The door was locked.