Ward Michaels - Lessons After School

"Yesssssssss!" she hissed. "Do it. Fuck me up the ass. Harder harder harder. The pain is gone. I love it. I want you all to do it, one after the other. Ahhh-hhhh!"

Ben turned and bolted from the room. Outside, he sagged against the side of the building and retched, covering the ground with his bile, the stench of it filling his nostrils and causing him to vomit again and again and again.

"I've resigned my job, and I'm going away tomorrow morning," Ben said quietly.

"If that's the way you want it, Ben, then that's the way it has to be," Betty answered tenderly.

Betty sighed. "It probably won't do any good to say it, Ben, but I want you to know I'm sorry."

He looked into her eyes suddenly. "It didn't, though, and that's all there is to it."

"Yes, I guess it is. There's no more to say."

He got to his feet. "Good-bye, Betty," he said.

"Good luck," she whispered.

Betty watched his broad back as he disappeared down the hall of her apartment building. She closed the door and leaned back against it for a moment, staring into space. Then she went to the telephone. She dialed the number and listened to the ring.

"Hello," said the youthful voice at the other end.

"He's gone, Dale," Betty said evenly.

"For good?"

"Yes."

"Gee, Miss Wingate. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter whether you did or not. It happened. Are you busy?"

"Not really, I guess. Why?"

"I thought maybe you'd like to come over to my apartment."

"Oh. Aren't you afraid somebody might see me?"

"Who cares? Come as soon as you can."