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 There's no telling what insanity can come to mind during even just a
5-minute car ride.  At least that was what Soo-bin told herself when it was
all happening, this business with Calvin that eventually landed her in a
heap of trouble.  By the time it ended, however, with her penance paid in
full, she was looking at it differently.  By then, to her, it was perfectly
justifiable.  Acceptable.  Lovely.

   This whole affair began when Soo-bin was 26, married, and living in a
college town in Indiana.  Of course its roots went further back than that.
She had moved to the United States from Korea when she was 16, to live in a
host home while she wrapped up high school and applied for college.  Things
went well and she was accepted to Ohio State University, where, at age 19,
she met Dan, a white guy from Cleveland who was studying electrical
engineering.  He was kind of nerdy and had a slightly frail build, with
pale skin and reddish hair.  But he was smart, extremely kind and
thoughtful, and, unexpectedly, a perfect fit in bed.

   This was paramount stuff to a rather hormonal woman, which Soo-bin was
when she met Dan.  By the most common sexual standard, penis size, Dan was
not impressive.  He possessed a 4-inch penis, fully erect.  But for reasons
she kept secret from him, Soo-bin thought that size was just fine.

   Her secret reason was that she had tried bigger.  Her freshman year she
had gone to a party, had a little too much to drink, had gotten a little
too horny and curious, and had gone off to DeAndre's room.  DeAndre was a
black senior with what she estimated must have been a 9-inch penis.  One
thing led to another and she technically lost her virginity to him, as he
tore her hymen, but she told him to stop before he had inserted more than a
couple inches into her vagina because the pain had been too great, and,
besides, he was having a hard time getting good and stiff.  He blamed her
for not treating it roughly enough but she figured it had more to do with
the sheer size of it.

   It had gotten ugly as DeAndre of course had wanted very badly to fuck,
but she had held firm.  At least in a sense she did.  She did give him a
blow job to mollify him, and she let him cum in her mouth, but afterward
she left and never sought him out again.

   And so a year later she reacted with some trepidation when Dan began
hinting that he wanted to sleep with her.  She had heard that both black
guys and white guys were bigger than Asian women were comfortable with, but
she liked Dan a lot so she agreed to try it.  And the first time in bed,
she was pleasantly surprised when she reached into Dan's underwear and
found his 4-inch penis, which she figured was enough to feel and yet not so
much that it would hurt.  She was right.

   It was Dan's first time with a woman and he performed marvelously, in
her opinion, keeping her up all night and, in compensation for his smallish
size, fucking her four times in total.  It was unprotected sex, and in
retrospect they were very foolish, but being new to sex - or almost new, in
her case - they were pumping full of hormones and the idea of a condom was
secondary, a nuisance, to both of them.  They wanted to feel each other.

   "I like it skin to skin," she hissed to him, in the middle of it.  And
each time they made love that night Dan came like a water spout, with all
that pent up desire exploding out of his tangle of red pubic hair in hot
jets across her breasts, her belly, and, finally, to both of their delight,
inside her pussy.  They were married the summer after her graduation, when
she was 21 years old.

   They lived poor for a while as Dan finished graduate school and Soo-bin
picked up a job as a copy editor at a Korean language monthly magazine on
campus.  The pay was awful but she added in some shifts as a waitress and
working at the library, and with Dan's stipend they made it work.  After he
earned his Ph D, Dan got a job as a lecturer in engineering at Purdue
University, and they moved to LaFayette.  She figured she would be able to
pick up another copy editing job in Indiana, or maybe even a writing job,
as she had always wanted to be a reporter.  She was in for a rude surprise.


   The news industry was in a free fall in Indiana.  Advertising for
traditional newspapers and magazines were down and subscribers were fleeing
for blogs and social media.  Desperately, Soo-bin fired off dozens of
applications, even to news organizations that weren't advertising any open
positions.  She never heard back.  Dan suggested that part of the problem
could be that they thought her English skills would be sub-par, especially
since her only real experience was at a Korean language publication.

   Soo-bin began feeling despondent.  Her days passed listlessly.  She
worked out, jogging and swimming, and got in the best shape of her life,
but she felt like her wheels were spinning.  All that money she had spent
on studying and coming to America to study was leading nowhere.

   Months passed.  Then one day at their church one of their Korean friends
approached Soo-bin and asked how well she spoke English.

   "Very well," Soo-bin replied, in English.  "I'm not a fluent speaker but
I can understand it fluently."

   Her friend proceeded to tell her about a family across town that had
just moved here from Korea.  They had a girl in second grade who was having
great difficulty understanding what was being said in school, and would
Soo-bin be willing to tutor her?  Soo-bin didn't need to think it over much
at all.  She agreed right there to meet with the family.  Within a week she
had met them, met the girl, and she was hired to tutor the girl three
nights a week.

   Soo-bin had intended the tutoring to be merely a means of earning some
extra cash, but as she got to know the girl she became more involved, and
soon the girl's English was taking off.  Her school reports improved and
she even began making American friends.  Every time Soo-bin arrived the
girl would run over and throw her arms around her waist.  "Imo!" She'd
squeal.

   "You're a beautiful girl," Soo-bin would tell her.  "I knew that as soon
as you started to learn the language the other kids would like you
immediately."

   Word of the little girl's turnaround spread.  Soo-bin began getting
calls from other families.  She began tutoring another girl.  Then a boy.
Then another boy.  There was a huge market in LaFayette amongst Korean
faculty and students who needed a Korean-speaking tutor to teach English to
their children.  They were willing to pay handsomely for Soo-bin to make
the transition to American life easier.  Soon her earnings rivaled that of
her husband's, and, Dan joked, her income was a lot more secure.

   She was 24 when she met Calvin.  He was 16 at the time.  Calvin's father
was a new professor in electrical engineering, the same department as Dan
lectured in.  At some point Dan mentioned to his new colleague that Soo-bin
tutored kids.  The next day the new professor asked for Soo-bin's contact
information, because he had a boy of his own who could use some tutoring.

   "I can't take on another student," Soo-bin said, flatly, when Dan came
home for dinner and told her about the possibility.  "And doesn't he know
English already?"

   "This is different," Dan said.  "He wants his boy to learn Korean.  His
wife travels often to Korea and they love the culture there."

   Soo-bin waved a hand.  "Same thing," she said.  "It takes exactly the
same amount of time whether I'm teaching the child Korean or English.  I've
got six kids already and every evening is booked."

   "Please, honey," Dan said.  "What about weekends?  His dad is a
colleague and he's in my field.  He's brilliant and promising, and if I can
get in good with him, I think I can advance nicely as he advances."

   Soo-bin scoffed but didn't say no.  She mulled it over for an evening.
Dan was on a year-to-year contract and under a lot of strain to keep his
job.  If there was something that she could do to help him, well, she
decided that it was her wifely duty.  She decided that she would make time
to tutor his colleague's child.  Dan was greatly relieved to hear it.

   The first time she met Calvin was at his family's apartment.  She drove
there one Monday evening with her bag full of Korean lessons.  She knocked
on the door and the door flew open and there was Calvin.  He had thick
glasses and smiled up at her, though he wasn't too much shorter than her at
that point.  He was 16 years old and, being apparently slow to develop,
gangly and awkward.  What surprised her most was that Calvin and his family
were African-American.  She just had totally not expected that.  Soo-bin
admitted that it was a bit racist of her, since it seemed to stem from the
juxtaposition in her mind of Calvin's father being black and the fact that
he was a professor.  As time went on and she came to like the family, she
quietly resolved to overcome this.

   After introductions all around and a little bit of get-to-know-you,
Soo-bin sat with Calvin at the kitchen table to begin studying.  Calvin was
an only child, and she assigned him a Korean name: Min-Ho.

   Calvin had blushed a little bit about being assigned a Korean name.  He
was very pleased, and during Korean lessons she always addressed him as
Min-ho.  But in her mind he was always Calvin.  He was very earnest in
learning English and eager to please, and from what she could tell he was
similarly oriented in other subjects, too.  Now and then she would ask him
about other topics he was studying in school, and they would hold entire
conversations in English about science, history, mathematics, and music.

   "How do you know so much about everything?" Calvin asked once.  Soo-bin
had just laughed.  "I studied, just like you," she replied.  And it was
true.  Despite the world of differences between them, Soo-bin saw a lot of
her own traits in Calvin - that drive, that quest for knowledge that
sometimes undercut ambition for other things.  At home, as she prepared her
lessons for the week, she found herself working extra hard on Calvin's
lessons.  He had promise.  In moments of fancy she saw herself in the crowd
as he thanked a long list of people for his success, at some awards
ceremony in the future, and her name was always mentioned.  Maybe, she
thought, he could be what she hadn't been.

   She would sigh to herself.  Someday, she thought, some woman was going
to be very happy to have Calvin as the father to their children.

   At this point in the story it should be mentioned that her relationship
with Calvin to that point was strictly teacher-student.  And it remained
that way for a long time, at least relatively speaking.  In Calvin's
lifetime two years was a long time.  During that two years, Calvin's
mastery of the Korean language increased in orders of magnitude.  He
excelled in school and his parents credited Soo-bin directly and asked her
to increase her hours with him, which she did so willingly.  She was
excited by his growth, too, and kept entertaining these visions of
greatness for him.

   How do things change?  Sometimes there's no telling.  It's not a
butterfly flapping its wings in Mexico that starts a scandal, but an
accumulation of events.  Someday Soo-bin would have it all sorted out.  She
would put in long hours mulling it over and a court-ordered sex therapist
would help put it in context.  She basically agreed with the therapist's
findings, though it seemed the therapist had at least as many sexual
hang-ups as she did.  In any case, some of the factors leading up to end of
Soo-bin's life as she knew it were this:

    The weakening of her marriage.  Ideally this would be the main
culprit.  That would mean that what transpired was at its core the result
of Soo-bin's healthy and understandable need for simple human contact.  Dan
had grown distant.  Engineering geeks were known for their social
disconnect in general, but Dan had never been that way until a couple years
after the wedding.  The sex tapered off.  At first Soo-bin suspected
another woman, but that wasn't it.  When she confronted him about it, he
had no clear answer.  She suspected that it was the allure of the work
itself, coupled with the growing familiarity of his wife, that eroded Dan's
desire.  Plenty of men still looked at her in public so she knew her looks
hadn't slipped.  At a feminine 5'4, weighing 115 lbs, with size B breasts,
and staying toned, she was accustomed to male attention.  The problem was
Dan's, and his alone.

    Changing attitudes in Calvin's family.  Calvin's father,
Albert, had always secretly wanted her.  That was clear to Soo-bin and
probably Calvin's mother, too.  But Albert was the typically shy and nerdy
electrical engineer, and he was unlikely to act upon his desire unless
Soo-bin threw herself at him.  Calvin's mother knew this as well as
Soo-bin, but in her mind the benefits that Soo-bin provided to Calvin's
education far outweighed the indignity she suffered as a result of her
husband lusting after Soo-bin more than herself.  It was understandable,
anyway.  Soo-bin was an order of magnitude more attractive than Calvin's
mom.  Younger, too.  And besides, Calvin's mother and Soo-bin had an unsaid
agreement.  Soo-bin didn't laugh uproariously at all of Calvin's father's
bad jokes.  She didn't smile at him unnecessarily.  To Albert, she spoke
only of Calvin, in general.  Through Soo-bin's words and behavior, Calvin's
mother knew that Soo-bin wasn't attracted to her husband and would never
leave the window open for anything to happen.  Still, however, Albert's
attraction remained, and with Calvin's mother's approval of Soo-bin's
teaching, she was invited more and more into the home.  It was a healthy,
natural intimacy, but it created a bridge for something else, something
more prurient, to develop.

    Calvin's physical development.  This was the greatest demon
that Soo-bin had to face.  This is what eventually put her before the judge
and earned her long bouts of sexual therapy.  Because when she first
started tutoring him he was just a 16 year-old boy - skinny, awkward,
big-footed, squeaky voiced, still dressed by an over-protective mommy in
the morning.  But in two short years Calvin's voice dropped a couple
octaves, his frame filled out, and, most significantly, he began to see
females in a whole new light.  This particular change came out in a variety
of ways, all fueled by Calvin's exploding testosterone levels, and it was
so much so that Soo-bin, by then 26, could pick up on it.  Of course it
wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't reacted to it.  She could have easily
ignored his interest, which was healthy and natural given her good looks
and figure, and his raging hormones would have concentrated elsewhere in
his psyche.  Maybe he would have beat off to her photo, at most.  But
that's not the way things happened.  It turns out that she did react.

   ***

   Who's to say when things change?  At her sex therapist's insistence,
however, Soo-bin identified a night in July 2012 as the evening things
started to evolve between her and Calvin.

   "Evolve," by the way, is her word.  Her secret word.  That's how she
described what happened with Calvin.  Her therapist used the word "change."
It was all a matter of vocabulary, really.  The system wanted to use
vocabulary that positioned her behavior as deviant; she used vocabulary
that justified it.

   In any case, whatever it's called, it began on a tutoring night.  When
she headed over there that night it had been six months since she'd tutored
Calvin, because of an extended trip by his family to Korea.  Soo-bin was
curious how Calvin had fared using the native language there.  She would
look back on that night several times under scrutiny of her therapist, and
that's the only thing she recalled feeling as she drove to their apartment:
Curiosity.

   Soo-bin drove the five minutes between her house and Calvin's family's
apartment.  About halfway there it began raining, which was a rare
occurrence that summer.  The rain first hit the windshield in big,
scattered drops, big as a half dollar, but the precipitation quickly
intensified to a full-blown downpour.  When she pulled up to the apartment
building she realized she didn't have her umbrella in the car and dashed
for the door, hoping they hadn't locked it.  Unfortunately they had, and as
the rain cascaded upon her Soo-bin rang the doorbell quickly, several times
in a row.

   Maybe the first sign that things were changing were the sound of running
feet approaching the door.  Calvin never ran to the door.  In fact some
nights he had to be practically dragged away from his book or video games.
Perhaps he was merely rushing because he knew it was raining, but when his
face appeared in the window, he emitted a big grin and threw the door open.


   "Ms.  Lee!" He cried, as she dashed inside.  He had called her Ms.  Lee
the entire time they'd known each other.  "Sorry to keep you in the rain!"

   "It's okay, Min-ho-ee, I was just there a few seconds," she said,
brushing out her hair.  She flashed an appreciative smile at him, and, for
just a second, he held her gaze and smiled back.  He had grown a lot since
she'd seen him.  While she remembered a gangly and awkward teenager, here
before her now was a young man who'd grown and filled in, and carried an
air of confidence.  When you're 18, what a difference 6 months can make!

   But the thing that riveted her was that look in his eye.  That kind of
smoldering, lingering look was something she'd never seen from him before.
She dismissed it, but in fact her body didn't.  A little shot of excitement
traveled through her gut as her mind conjured an absolutely inappropriate
image - one that came and went so fast she was hardly aware of it except
for a little feeling of elation and naughtiness.

   But the feeling dissipated quickly - albeit temporarily -- as Calvin's
parents came from around the corner, exclaiming greetings.  Albert and
Calvin's mother hugged her, and Soo-bin asked them how the trip went and
other pleasantries before she finally leveled her gaze at Calvin.  "I used
to be taller than you, Min-ho-ee," she said.  "Now look at you.  You look
down on me."

   There were other things she noticed but did not say.  He had lost a lot
of his boyishness since the last time they met.  Gone were the gangly legs
and arms, and his shoulders were broader.  His face had narrowed,
accentuating his attractive jaw line and sensitive eyes.  He had just
turned 18, and he was no longer legally a boy.  Physically he had left that
designation long ago.

   A phrase caught in her mind.  Legal definition?  She asked herself.  Why
would you be worried what the legal definition of adulthood is?

   "Awww, I would never look down on you, Ms.  Lee," Calvin was saying,
with a smile.  And then, to Soo-bin's surprise, he came to her and hugged
her.  She accepted his hug, expecting a friendly little back pat, but then
she shrieked and laughed as he suddenly squeezed her in his arms and swung
her around, taking her off her feet.

   "Oh my goodness!" She cried, laughing, as he set her back down. 
"Min-ho!"

   "Calvin Thomas!" his mother, Gloria, cried, good-naturedly.  "What in
the world are you doing, boy?  Leave Ms.  Lee alone."

   They all laughed, and Soo-bin excused herself to go dry off in the
bathroom.  In the bathroom she took a couple of deep breaths.  Her heart
was pounding.  She looked herself in the mirror.  What was the matter with
her?  Well, she knew what the matter was.  Calvin was wearing a pair of
loose nylon shorts.  She wasn't sure he was wearing anything beneath them,
because when he picked her up she had felt his penis pressing against her
hip.  She was wearing a light cotton skirt and she had felt it quite
clearly.

   That Calvin, she thought with a smile and shake of her head as she came
out of the bathroom to finally get down to tutoring.  Boys that age were
insane.  Part of her suspected that his act was purposeful, that he wanted
her to feel his penis, or maybe wanted to feel his penis on her, but she
dismissed the idea.  He was probably just being an absent-minded 18
year-old.  He probably didn't have any clean underwear so he didn't see
anything wrong with just throwing on a pair of shorts over everything.

   They went to the study room, all lined with books and a desktop
computer. They had set up a card table in the center of the room where they
would study.  Soo-bin and Calvin sat down in a pair of folding chairs next
to each other and talked for a while about Korea.  Calvin said he had been
able to converse with some of the locals while he was there, at least on a
basic level.

   "Enough to ask girls on a date," he said, with a laugh and a twinkle in
his big brown eyes, "but not enough to know if they said yes or no."

   Soo-bin laughed.  "Well, you seem to have grown a lot since I saw you
last," she said, trying to ignore the naughty little slut in her mind that
dwelled on the word "grown." What else has grown?  The voice whispered, but
Soo-bin pushed it aside.  "You have matured a lot, I think."

   "I have," Calvin replied, smiling at her.  And what, the voice in
Soo-bin's mind said, does THAT mean?

   Soo-bin opened her bag.  If things were going to be this charged, she
thought, well, she just didn't know what she would do.  It was one thing to
tutor a teenager; it was another to tutor a horny teenager.  And when that
distinction raised itself in her mind she felt that little bolt of
electricity again in her gut, that little reminder that her mind was saying
one thing and her body was saying another.  Once again, she ignored it. 
She was good at ignoring impulses.  It was a thing that had been drilled
into her as a little girl.

   Hehe, that little voice in her head whispered.  Drilled into you, huh?
I'll bet you wish something else was being drilled into you right now...

   "Let's get started," Soo-bin said, almost angrily.  It seemed like so
much had happened in the short time since she arrived and yet it had been
only a matter of a couple minutes, and all because of that penis she had
felt digging into her hip.  She tied her hair back and opened her folder
and began an assessment of Calvin's language skills.  His Korean had
advanced quite a bit, almost remarkably so.  She was impressed, and as she
evaluated his vocabulary and enunciation it finally seemed that the
hormones had gone out of the room.

   "Do you have any notes from the tutor you had in Korea?" Soo-bin asked.

   "Oh, yeah," Calvin said.  "Yeah, I kept a folder."

   "Can I see it?"

   "Sure, Ms.  Lee," Calvin said, but he only sat there.  He looked a
little sheepish.  Soo-bin looked at him, expectantly.

   "Well?" She said.  "Aren't you going to go get it?"

   "In a minute?" He said, almost pleadingly.

   "Well, we need it now," Soo-bin said.  "I'm only here 90 minutes."

   "Okay," Calvin said.  Reluctantly he twisted around oddly and stood up,
pulling out his shirt and holding his hands over his midsection.  Soo-bin
thought it was all very strange how he was acting until he was on his feet
and then she saw what his hands could not hide, which was the billowing
tent in front of his shorts.

   "Oh!" Soo-bin said, looking away, then back again, laughing impulsively.
"Oh, wow.  Oh!"

   Calvin kind of giggled.  "I'm sorry, Ms.  Lee, I tried not to--"

   "No, no, that's okay!" Soo-bin said, flustered, not knowing where to
look, her eyes darting at him.  She felt her face hot and flushed as all
the hormones in the room came rushing back.  "Why don't you have a seat,
Min-ho-ee, and get that folder later?  When things, uhmm, settle down?"

   Calvin sat down, blinking in embarrassment.  "I'm really sorry," he
whispered.  "It just..."

   "It happens, I know," Soo-bin said, still flustered.  "With men
sometimes it just does that, I know, I know a little bit about that--"

   "You do?" Calvin said, with a little curl playing on the edge of his
mouth.

   "I mean, I don't, but I do, I've seen--I mean--"

   There was a knock at the door and it opened.  Calvin's mother poked her
head into the room.  "Everything okay?" She said.  "I heard you shout, Ms.
Lee."

   "I did?" Soo-bin said.  "I mean, I did.  Yes.  Calvin, um, said
something really funny.  That's all."

   Sitting there, with that big, fat lie hanging in the air, under the gaze
of Calvin's mother, trying to hide the fact that her son was sporting a
boner, Soo-bin felt like a schoolgirl again.  She could hear Calvin
stifling a giggle and it was all she could do to keep herself from breaking
out laughing.  Calvin's mother furled her eyebrows as her eyes shifted
between the two of them.

   "Well, I'm glad to see you two getting along," Calvin's mother said,
finally, with a smile.  "It seems we're all glad to have you back, Ms. 
Lee."

   "Oh, I'm happy to be back," Soo-bin replied, genuinely.

   Calvin's mother shut the door behind her and Soo-bin looked at Calvin.
He was grinning and she smiled slyly.  Then, before she thought it through,
these words just popped out of her mouth: "Well, that was a harrrd
question," she said.  Calvin stared at her for a second, then brought his
hand to his mouth to stifle a whoop of laughter.  Soo-bin giggled with him.


   "No beating around the bush," he added, and they were both laughing now.


   "Not so loud," she said, in a hushed voice.  "We don't want them poking
around."

   "We don't want them to stiff you out of your paycheck," Calvin added.

   They were laughing, and Soo-bin was about to add another but then she
stopped herself.  She was joking about an erection with a 18 year old.  A
boy.  She brought herself under control and Calvin followed suit, though he
was still giggling.  She wondered what had happened to his erection, but
she didn't look.

   "Can we continue?" She said, trying to get serious.

   "Yeah."

   "Can you think clearly?"

   "I have enough blood available for both heads," Calvin said.

   Soo-bin forced herself not to laugh by biting her tongue hard. 
"Min-ho," she said, scoldingly.

   "I'm sorry," he said, and then the giggles were gone.  She resumed the
lesson and Calvin sat quietly, repeating words and phrases.  But the air
was pregnant with something thick and dense.  Soo-bin heard herself talking
but she was thinking just a few seconds ahead.  Then it was as if her hand
was on autopilot.

   She put her hand on Calvin's knee.  He looked up, but she didn't look at
him or stop going through the lesson.  She just kept going as if nothing
else was happening.

   Then she slid her hand up his thigh, along his cords of leg muscle.  She
could hear him suck in air but she just kept talking, going through the
lesson, and her hand slid under the right leg of his nylon shorts.  Her
fingers went up, and up, and up, and then she felt thick hair that she
never should have ever felt, and she kept moving her hand and then her hand
was between his legs, where her fingers found his cock, fully engorged.

   "Ms.  Lee...." He whispered.

   But Soo-bin didn't say anything, and she didn't look up.  She just kept
her eyes on the lesson book, talking, as if her fingers weren't wrapped
tight around Calvin's cock.  He let out a sigh, sounding like, "Nnnnnnn,"
and she tightened her grip and began to pull on his penis, her hand sliding
along the hot skin.  He put his hand on her arm, and then finally she
looked at him.  He stared back at her with eyes wide.  She smiled at him
and looked back to the lesson book, still behaving as his tutor even as she
rubbed his penis.

   "Ms.  Lee..." he said a little louder.  His penis was stiff as a pipe.
It was big, bigger than Dan by far.  He was edging toward the size of
DeAndre, although DeAndre hadn't been able to get this stiff.  Soo-bin put
her free hand between her legs.  She stumbled on her words as she began to
rub through her dress against her vagina, even as she kept pulling Calvin's
joint.  Somewhere through her hormonal haze she could hear Calvin's parents
talking in the TV room.  They were safe; Gloria was not going to be
knocking on the door again anytime soon.

   Oh my God, she was thinking.  Oh my God I'm gonna make us both cum
together...

   She tightened her grip and stopped the lesson altogether as she felt her
panties soak through, the cotton slipping easily against her vagina and
clitoris.  Meanwhile her left hand stroked the full length of Calvin's
cock, from the head down to the balls.

   "Ms.  Lee!  Oh, fuck!" He said, and suddenly her hand and the underside
of her forearm was wet, covered with hot, oozing liquid.  She was
excruciatingly close to coming, too, but somehow through all the hormones
she heard a change in the conversation outside the room.  There was a
sound, it sounded like a step, and she quickly jerked her hand away from
Calvin as she took her hand away from between her legs.  Just then there
was a quick knock and the door opened again.

   This time it was Calvin's father.  He stood there, looking at the two of
them.  "Everything okay?" He said, puzzled.

   "Um, yes," Soo-bin said, hoping that Calvin had pulled himself together.
"Why?"

   Her heart pounded hard.  It was partly from what had just happened, and
partly from fear.  The magnitude of what she had just done came crashing
down upon her as she looked at Calvin's father's face.  The face of an
adult.  The face of the real world, which would not be so understanding of
what had just happened.  She had just jerked off her student, a high school
senior.  What the fuck was she thinking?

   That was all running through her head, and then Calvin spoke.  "I'm
sorry Dad," he said.  "I did a bad thing."

   "What was that?" Albert replied.  Soo-bin looked at Calvin in horror.

   "I just couldn't get what she was telling me," Calvin said.  "So I swore
out loud."

   "Oh," Albert said, with understanding coming into his face.  "You know
we don't like foul language in this house, Calvin.  And especially not
around other people.  And especially not around Ms.  Lee, whom we all
adore."

   "I'm sorry," Calvin said.

   "It's okay," Soo-bin said.  "I hear bad words sometimes."

   "No, it's not okay," Albert said.  "You shouldn't be sworn at."

   "He didn't swear at me.  He swore in frustration," Soo-bin said.

   Albert shook his head.  "I don't want to hear any more of that, Calvin,
understand?"

   "Yes, dad."

   Albert looked at Calvin hard and left without another word.  Soo-bin and
Calvin looked at each other.  "Tissue," Soo-bin said.  "Quick."

   Calvin got up.  The front of his shorts stuck out.  They were soaking
with liquid.  "No, wait!" Soo-bin said, in Korean.  "Sit down.  Fast!"

   Soo-bin didn't know what made her say it, but she said it so
authoritatively that Calvin sat back down just as the door burst open
again. This time it was Calvin's mother.  Her eyes burned.

   "Calvin Thomas!" His mother said.  "What is this I hear about you
swearing at Ms.  Lee?"

   She took a few stops toward the table.  Soo-bin held her breath.  Please
don't ask him to stand up, she thought.  Please.

   "He wasn't swearing at me, Gloria--"

   "Hush, please," Calvin's mother said.  "Calvin?  You answer for
yourself."

   Calvin looked up at his mom.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "It won't happen
again.  I just got frustrated."

   "You come here," his mother said.  "I want to talk to you."

   Panic flashed through Soo-bin.  She saw Calvin bite his lip and a little
bead of sweat popped up on his forehead.  And suddenly she was thinking
very clearly.

   "Gloria, I don't mean to impose," Soo-bin said, "but we are close to the
end of the lesson, and I need to leave right away.  Could this wait for
just a minute?"

   Calvin's mother said nothing and didn't take her eyes off Calvin. 
Seconds passed.  Finally she shot a look at Soo-bin.  "Fine," she said. 
"But Calvin, you are in trouble when she leaves, young man.  I'm not going
to be as nice about this as Ms.  Lee."

   "No, ma'am, that's for sure," Calvin said.  Soo-bin would have laughed
if not for the seriousness of her predicament.  Still, Calvin's ability to
display humor at that moment put her at ease.  He had his wits together.

   "Don't get smart with me young man!"

   "Yes, ma'am," Calvin said.

   His mother backed out the door, her eyes burning.  I wonder what she
would have looked like, Soo-bin thought, if she knew what really was
happening.  As soon as the door clicked shut she got up.  "Stay there," she
said.  She walked over and got a box of tissue from the bookshelf. 
Hurriedly she wiped off her hand and arm as Calvin stuck wads of tissue
down his shorts and wiped off his penis.

   "Can you change your shorts?" Soo-bin asked.

   "No," he said.  "I don't know--wait," he said.  He got up, noticed that
he was still erect, and then quickly sat back down.  He pointed to a Target
bag in the corner.  "I got new shorts the other day.  They're in there."

   Soo-bin got up and walked to the bag.  She pulled out the shorts.  They
were blue.  The ones he had on were light gray.  "This won't do," she said.


   "They have to," Calvin replied.  "All my other clothes are in my room!"

   Soo-bin tossed him the shorts.  My God, she kept thinking.  Calvin stood
up and before she could say anything he dropped his shorts to his ankles
and stepped out of them.  His penis, not fully erect anymore but still
thick, hung there in the air for a second before he quickly pulled on his
new shorts.  His cock flipped up with the waist strap and then slid out of
sight.  Her tummy squeezed in excitement.  She had serviced that wonderful
thing.

   "Give me your shorts," she said.  "And all the tissue."

   Calvin bundled it all in a wad.  Soo-bin opened her shoulder bag and
stuffed it all inside, and closed her bag again.  They looked at each
other. "Pray your mom doesn't notice your new shorts," she said.

   They were in luck.  When they came out of the study, Calvin's mother was
in the bathroom.  His father was there, but he didn't have the eye for
detail that Calvin's mother did.  Calvin said goodbye to Soo-bin and
stepped into his room before his mother came out.  Soo-bin paused at the
door to talk to Albert.

   "How'd he do?" Albert said.

   Soo-bin couldn't resist.  "Oh, he thought some parts were hard, but he
came out well," she said.  Down the hall she thought she heard a snort, but
she couldn't be sure.  She waited for Calvin's mother, and said goodbye to
her.

   "Don't go hard on him," she said.  "He's a good guy."

   "You're too nice to him," Calvin's mother replied.

   As she walked to her car she looked up.  The rain had stopped.  She
glanced toward the windows.  She saw Calvin standing there and she gave a
little wave.  He raised a hand.  They grinned at each other.  She got in
her car and pulled away.

   My GOD, she thought, as she drove down the street.  What the hell did I
just do?  The image of his penis hanging there flashed through her mind
over and over.

   On the way home she stopped at another apartment complex.  She got out
at a Dumpster and threw Calvin's shorts and all the semen-soaked tissues
into the bin.  She would buy him another pair of shorts later.  It wasn't
worth the risk for a 26 year-old married woman to be going around with a
teenager's shorts all soaked with sperm.  Soo-bin got in the car and drove
toward home.  But halfway there, instead of going straight toward the
house, she paused at a 4-way stop and took a right.  She called Dan as she
drove.

   "Honey," she said, "I totally forgot another tutoring session after
Calvin's tonight.  I'll be home in a couple of hours."

   Dan sounded disappointed, but he said "I love you" before hanging up. 
Soo-bin blanched a little and almost steered the car back toward home.  But
her body was already committed - sometimes it it was like that - and she
steered into a different neighborhood just a few blocks northeast of her
house.  It was not on their usual driving routes and there was little
chance of Dan driving by and seeing her car.  If he did, surely there would
be some tough questions to answer.

   She pulled up to a modern, large two-story brick front house and saw a
single car in the driveway.  That's what she expected.  She knew that the
woman of this house, Hannah, was on a trip out east to a conference.  She
saw the lights on, and through the front window she saw Gary.  He was lean,
40-ish and graying prematurely around the temples.  He always wore plain
brown pants and a collared shirt, no tie.  He was playing piano.  Soo-bin
knew he had just started it as a hobby.

   Gary was the head of Dan's department.  Soo-bin had met him at a
departmental Labor Day party shortly after Dan was hired, hosted at this
very house.  Soo-bin had introduced herself at some point and they got to
talking.  She tried not to take too much of Gary's time because she didn't
want to appear like she was advocating too hard for her husband, but Gary
had taken a shine to her and asked her endless questions about how it was
to grow up in Korea, come to school in America, etc.

   "I am so interested in Korea," Gary kept saying.  "I've visited there
several times for conferences and I love the people."

   Eventually Gary's wife, Hannah, had come over to join them, and then so
did Dan.  And the conversation had only lasted a couple minutes more before
they parted.

   "Wow, you are really buttering up the boss for me, eh?" Dan had said, as
they walked away.

   Soo-bin had just shrugged.  "He was interested in Korea," she explained.


   It wasn't long after that, however, that she opened up her email one day
and saw a note from Gary.  At first she didn't recognize the address and
thought it was spam, then she recalled that Dan's boss was named Gary.

   "Hi Soo-bin," Gary had written.  "I hope you don't mind me reaching out
to you directly like this.  I got your email off the thank you list that
was sent to everyone who went to the party a few days ago.  I guess Dan
added your name to the list at some point.  Anyway I really enjoyed talking
with you and hope to learn more about Korea from you sometime."

   Soo-bin responded promptly, saying sure, she'd be happy to tell him more
about Korea sometime.  A day later he replied, suggesting that they meet
for lunch.  A little bewildered, she said that she was busy.  Then a couple
days later he emailed her again, and Soo-bin realized that she would look
like she was trying to avoid him if she turned him down again.  So she
agreed to meet.  She never told Dan.

   The lunch was innocent enough.  They met at a busy diner just off
campus. They had to wait for a table and were assigned a cramped little
booth in the corner.  As they spoke, there was nothing overtly
inappropriate, but it was abundantly clear that Gary was more interested in
Soo-bin than he was in the topic of Korea.  His questions dwelled on her
personal life, how she met Dan, and her interests as much as they did on
the subject of Korea.

   When finally it came time to leave, Gary paid the bill and then asked if
she needed a ride.  She did, since she had taken the bus - the car was in
the shop at the time.  He gave her a ride back home and exclaimed that they
lived not far from each other.

   "I know," Soo-bin had said.  "We were at your house party, remember?"

   "You knew, but I didn't," Gary had said, as the car idled outside the
house.  "Of course I remember you at the party.  It was the best part of
the evening."

   That lingered there for a second and then Soo-bin put her hand on the
door.  "Wait," Gary said, "can we do this again sometime?" And he said it
in such a way that Soo-bin knew he wasn't just asking for another lunch
meeting.  He was asking if she wanted to let things progress.

   Soo-bin had bit her lip.  Gary would tell her later how he loved how she
always bit her lip at such moments of decision.  She told him yes.

   They met a couple more times at the diner before anything had happened.
And when it happened, it was very subtle.  Dan pressed his knee against the
outside of her bare leg underneath the table, but instead of pulling it
away he let it rest against her.  Soo-bin had let it stay.  A moment later
he rubbed his pants leg and his hand brushed her knee.  She still had not
pulled away.  Then he let his hand rest there.  Soo-bin had only flashed
him a demure smile.

   But Gary moved slow.  Excruciatingly slow.  The same routine was
repeated the following lunch, with things not progressing any further.  She
had thought perhaps he was letting her get used to the idea, and maybe it
worked, because the lunch after that - they were meeting once a week now,
on Thursdays, with only brief emails to confirm the times - he sat next to
her, on the same side of the booth.

   It was brazenly risky; it would have been bad enough for them to explain
to their spouses why they were eating lunch together, much less sitting on
the same side of the table.  But it added to the excitement and by the end
of lunch Gary had his hand on her leg, rubbing slowly against the smooth
skin of her inner thigh, but he did not advance any further up her leg.

   Not that time, anyway.  Two lunches later - Gary progressed the
relationship in that pattern, with one week of progressing the physical
touching and one week not progressing at all, and always gently pushing
away Soo-bin's hand if she tried to reciprocate - Gary let his hand creep
all the way up her inner thigh (she had worn a blousy skirt on purpose) and
he rubbed her panties slowly.  Two weeks after that he slipped his fingers
beneath her panties.

   As his hand crept to the lips of her vagina Soo-bin had felt flushed,
exposed, vulnerable, and full to the brim with lust.  She parted her legs
for him, hooking one foot around the table leg as his fingers slid into her
warmth.

   "Unnnhhhh," she moaned, ever so softly, as his hand found her clit and
massaged it smoothly.  She could feel her pussy giving way, emitting her
thick juice as his finger probed deeper.  The sounds of the restaurant
around them faded to the background as his middle finger slipped in half an
inch, then an inch, then to his first knuckle.  Her mind went places.  To
the hotel.  Any hotel.  She would offer to go with him there and she would
let him suck on her pussy, and then let him mount her and thrust his
manhood deep into-

   "Awright, that's enough you two."

   Soo-bin and Gary jumped as a grating voice hit their ears.  Berta, the
roughly 250-lb.  chief waitress, bumped her girth into the table, her arms
folded at her sides.  Gary jerked his hand away from Soo-bin's midsection
and he wiped it on his pants, none of which was missed by the beady eyes of
Berta.

   "This ain't the booty bar, this is a decent fuckin' establishment,"
Berta boomed, turning heads.  "I been watching you two perverts for a
coupla weeks now, sick to my stomach, but now you've gone too far.  You can
pack up your shit and get the hell out before I call the cops!"

   Soo-bin had been stunned.  She had never been spoken to this way.  Here
she was, a teacher of children, accustomed to swimming in praise, being
called a pervert by Berta in front of all these people.  She scanned the
faces quickly, in a panic, afraid that she knew one of them.  She didn't.

   Gary had been incensed.  Soo-bin could tell that he was disturbed, too -
he had won more teaching awards than he could put on the wall, so the title
of "pervert" must have cut straight to his bones, too - but instead of
falling into stunned silence like Soo-bin, he came out swinging.

   "How dare you!" He said, standing up.  "You have no right to call us a
name like that!"

   "The hell I don't," Berta shot back, not budging an inch even though
Gary had six inches on her.  "Anyone who gives anybody a hand job in a
public fuckin' establishment is a pervert in my book, ain't that right,
Har?"

   Har, the short order cook, nodded his assent from the front counter. 
The fuckin' establishment was virtually silent as the scene unfolded. 
Soo-bin felt like her head was going to explode as she sensed all the
strangers searing her face into their mind along with one word: Pervert.

   "You can't say these things like this," Gary sputtered.  "I'll--I'll
call my lawyer!  We'll sue the ass off you!"

   "Go right ahead," Berta shouted.  "But guess what, I'm calling the cops
and I bet they get here first!"

   And then, to Soo-bin's horror, she saw Har picking up the phone,
punching in numbers, looking over at them with contempt.  "Gary," Soo-bin
hissed, "they're calling the police!  OhmyGod--" The next few minutes
flashed through her mind, the flashing lights, the hard-eyed cops, Berta
telling them that Gary was reaching down her underwear, public indecency, a
trip in the squad car, the call to Dan-

   "Gary!" She cried, getting up.  "We have to go.  We have to go now!"

   Gary was arguing with Berta, but Soo-bin grabbed his hand and pulled. 
"Now, Gary!"

   "They're bluffing--"

   "Ha!" Berta snorted.  "If there's one thing I don't bluff, it's calling
the cops on perverts."

   And then they were outside, Gary complaining, telling her that she was
overreacting.

   "Listen dear," he said, scornfully, "in situations like this you have
to--"

   They heard a siren and Gary shut up.  They ran to the car and got in,
and Gary pulled out of the parking lot, tires screeching.  In a moment he
was cutting through streets on campus, and Soo-bin was crying in the
passenger seat.  Being called a pervert, running from the police, it was
all too much contrast with how she regarded herself.

   "Don't worry, don't be upset," Gary kept saying.  "Nobody knew us.  We
were on the opposite side of the front door.  Don't worry.  I'm sorry,
Soo-bin, please..."

   There was no sign of police.  They parked in a parking garage and
waited, saying nothing.  Soo-bin stared out the window blankly.  When Gary
touched her leg she didn't react, didn't move at all, and after a moment he
sighed and took his hand back.  A little while later he took her home.  She
got out without comment and slammed the car door.

   ***

   And that's the last she saw of Gary until the night she pulled up to his
house after tutoring Calvin.  It had been months since they'd seen each
other.  They hadn't spoken, and she hadn't replied to his email.  The whole
thing was a point of shame with her and she wanted it behind her.  She
still couldn't drive past the diner without feeling sick to her stomach.

   And yet here she was.  Dan had mentioned a couple of days ago, in a
oh-by-the-way comment, that Gary's wife was out of town for a couple of
weeks.  Soo-bin had wondered a little bit what that might have meant if not
for the disaster at the diner.  Actually, she knew what it would have
meant. Sex.  And lots of it.  But she had put the thought away.  There was
too much shame around him now.

   Or so she thought.  As she sat in front of his house in the dark she
wondered what had brought her here.  This whole night everything had been
coming undone.  It had started with Calvin, whatever the hell that was. 
And it was going to end here.  Soo-bin got out of the car and walked
swiftly to the door.  She only paused a second, listening to the sound of
Gary on the piano, as she reached out and depressed the doorbell.  The
sound of the piano stopped and there were long footsteps to the door.  It
opened and Gary met her eyes, blinking in surprise.

   "Soo-bin," he said, as if it was the last thing he ever expected to say.


   She looked around.  "Can I come in?"

   "Of course," he said, and stepped aside.

   "Shut the door," she whispered, as she came in, and he did.  Immediately
she wrapped her arms around him and lifted herself to his lips, and they
kissed, deep, her tongue probing into his mouth.

   "Soo-bin," he breathed when they came up for air.  "I didn't--I
didn't--"

   "Shhh," she said.  "Just make love to me, Gary, okay?"

   Gary nodded, thunderstruck.  He went to the front window and slapped the
curtains shut.  They went into the posh living room and to the sprawling
couch, and went down on it.  Gary leaned into her, kissing her, and she
reclined on her back.  Then he was on top of her, kissing her on the mouth,
then on her ears and neck.  She moaned and caressed his shoulders and back,
hooking her foot around his leg.  She could feel his penis surge against
his pants, against her leg.

   "Gary," she moaned.  "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have--"

   "Shhh," he said, kissing down her shirt, kissing through her shirt
against her breasts.  She cradled his head against her chest and he
unbuttoned it, opening it, exposing her bra and belly, biting at the bra,
sticking his tongue over the top of it, touching her nipple, now hard.

   "Garrry...."

   He kept going down.  He lifted her dress and pulled everything off,
including her silky panties.  Soo-bin moaned and he feasted his eyes upon
the sight between her legs.  Then he plunged his head there.  His tongue
licked hungrily at her vagina and she grasped his hair, moaning loudly. 
The sound of her pleasure inspired Gary, and his tongue probed between the
lips of her pussy, tickling there, tapping her clit, and then, to her
delight, he thrust it in.  He kept thrusting, thrusting, amazingly far,
curling it, and then it was at her G-spot, and she was swimming in orgasm
that exploded suddenly in her head.

   And then Gary was kissing her mouth, on top of her, and she could tell
that somehow he was bare between his legs.  She felt his cock slapping
against her thigh as he positioned himself above, and she knew he was going
to put himself into her bare, to possibly cum there, and she didn't know
what that would mean, doing the mental math in her head to gauge her
biological clock.  "Soo-bin," he was saying, "is it okay...  can we just
fuck, baby, I promise I never do it with anyone, not even my wife anymore,
I'm totally clean, baby, can I just put it in..."

   "Yes," Soo-bin replied.  "Oh, Gary, just put it in me, honey, I want it
so bad..."

   He moved around.  She could feel his cock press against her inner thigh,
poking between her legs, and she lifted her hips, savoring what was coming
next, the moment when he thrust that big joint deep into her-

   And then suddenly it was all wet down there.  "Ohhhh fuck," Gary said.
"Ohh no, stop, dammit, stop!" She looked down and saw his cock throbbing
over her belly, spewing big squirts of the white stuff.  "Oh, Soo-bin," he
moaned.  "I'm sorry, I just got so turned on..."

   She laughed and put her hand on his cock.  It was hot and throbbing. 
She stroked it to help it along.  "It's okay, honey," she lied.  "It's
perfectly fine.  I love doing this.  It's fine.  Don't worry..."

   After a while he retrieved a box of tissue and they cleaned up the big
mess of semen on her belly.  After she wiped herself clean she got dressed,
as did he.  He was a little sullen, and she knew by his demeanor that he
was finished for the night.  There would be no second coming to saev the
day.  She got up and as she stood at the door she kissed him deep.  "We'll
do it again," she whispered.  "Don't worry, honey."

   She ran through the dark and got in the car.  As she pulled away from
the curb her smile faded.  Her pussy ached like crazy.  All she wanted was
to be laid.  But when she got home there was a note from Dan saying he had
gone to watch the game with a friend, and that he would be home later.  She
half considered going back to Gary's.  Maybe, she thought, his problem was
just that it was their first time.  Maybe it would be better the second
time.

   But she knew she wasn't going back.  Even if she did swallow her pride
and show up again on his doorstep, there had been something defeated in
Gary's eyes that told her this was not a first-time occurrence.  No, he
probably had some issue with his penis that he hadn't bothered telling her
about.  And why would he?  In any case it was clear that Dan was going to
be the only person who could take care of this awful craving she had.

   As she stood there looking out the window mulling it over, the phone
rang.  She picked it up and it was Dan.  He was trying to sound normal but
his voice seemed haggard.  She could hear lots of noise in the background,
and some shouting.

   "Dan, is everything okay?" She said.

   "Yeah, I mean no, probably not," he groaned.  "Look, something happened
at the bar, you need to come get me."

   "What is it?  What's wrong?"

   He was almost inaudible.  "Just a little mix-up, babe, you gotta come
get me, I can't drive, Bob got taken by the ambulance--"

   "Ambulance?" She cried.

   "Just come," Dan said.  "Please."

   Soo-bin raced over to the bar.  For all the fucking around she'd done
that evening, she still loved Dan and that was all she thought about as she
drove over there.  When she roared into the parking lot of Ike's Bar she
saw police lights and lots of people standing around.  She parked and went
looking frantically for Dan.

   "Soo-bin..." she heard him say, and found him sitting on the curb. 
Someone had given him a bottle of water and he was holding something
between his legs.  He looked up at her and his face was pale; his hair
matted with sweat.

   "Dan, oh my God, what happened?  Are you hurt baby?" She cried, wrapping
her arms around him.  "What is that between your legs?"

   Dan kind of laughed.  "It's an ice pack, honey," he said.

   "An ice pack?"

   "To keep the swelling down.  Someone kicked me in the balls."

   "What?" She cried.

   He held up a hand.  "I can explain," he said, wincing.  "We didn't start
it.  Someone got to talking about the Browns--"

   "This is about football?"

   "Hey, we were just kidding around," Dan said.  "They were the ones who
flipped their lid.  Before I knew it everyone was swinging and punching and
kicking.  I managed to shove one guy down but then someone got me square
between the legs."

   Dan groaned and leaned over.  "It's bad, honey.  Bob got hit on the head
with a bottle and they took him in.  He'll probably be okay."

   "We need to go too!" Soo-bin said.  "Come on, get up."

   She helped Dan to the car.  He moaned in pain as he sat in the
passenger's seat and Soo-bin buckled the seatbelt for him.  She raced
through the streets, asking him a million questions.  Dan's cognitive
abilities seemed okay, which meant he hadn't been hit in the head, thank
God.  But she couldn't hit a single bump without him groaning in pain.

   To keep a long story short, they made it to the hospital and after a
long wait the doctor examined Dan.  Soo-bin was there when they lowered his
pants and she gasped at the sight.  Everything was black and blue.  His
penis looked like a distended blueberry.

   "Shew," the doctor said.  "Shoulda worn a cup before going to Ike's
Bar."

   "Very funny," Dan moaned.  They rolled him down to X-ray and a little
while later they had the results.  Dan's testicles were basically squashed
grapes.  One would heal in time but the other had come detached and would
require surgery to reattach.  "Basically it's like reversing a vasectomy,"
the doctor explained.  "They do it all the time."

   They did the surgery right away.  It was a successful procedure but Dan
was there all night.  Soo-bin slept fitfully in a chair next to his bed. 
The next day they observed him for a little while and then released him in
the afternoon.  Soo-bin drove him home and he quickly went to bed and fell
asleep.  He slept all afternoon and all night, waking up a few times for
water.  He took painkillers, and by the next morning they finally seemed to
bite into the pain, and he slept peacefully until noon.

   Soo-bin lay next to him, watching his chest rise and fall slowly.  She
couldn't help the thought that came to her head.  It was this: Well, I
guess I won't be getting laid for a while.  She immediately felt bad for
thinking it, and she adjusted Dan's pillows and blankets to assuage the
guilt.  But it was true.  The doctor had said his penis would recover, but
it would be a while - a month at least, maybe more - before Dan was ready
for sexual intercourse.  Soo-bin laid on her back and stared at the
ceiling. After the rush and worry of the past couple of days, her hormones
were making a comeback.  A month.  She didn't know if she could wait that
long.

   She retreated downstairs and sat on the couch.  Her hormones kept
calling and soon she flipped open her laptop and went to Google.  She
searched for porn.  She came up with a site and clicked on an interesting
looking video.  "Black dude gives asian bitch the shaft."

   The video paused a lot for buffering but it featured what looked like a
dorm room scene, with a young Korean woman getting fucked by a bald black
man.  Soo-bin's eyes widened as the man positioned his thick shaft at the
opening of the woman's vagina and he began to push it in.

   That's all I really want right now, she thought.  I wanna see a big
shaft being thrust into me.

   Just then, however, the video blinked out.  Soo-bin waited, but when
nothing happened she went to the router.  She saw a blinking red light and
cursed.  She unplugged it, plugged it back in, but nothing worked.  She
refreshed the page and saw a message saying that AT&T was working on the
problem.  "Please be patient," it said.

   Soo-bin groaned.  For whatever reason, lately every sexual endeavor of
hers was running into a brick wall.  "All I want is to get laid," she
muttered, and reached down her panties.  "It shouldn't be so goddam hard
for a woman to get laid."

   A moment later two of her fingers were up to the second knuckles in her
vagina.  Images roared through her head.  Squeaking bed.  Knees parted. 
Moans.  The slapping of skin.  Then, as an orgasm began to build, a face
came to mind: Calvin.  At first she pushed it away.  It was wrong.  But
then the same urge that made her reach under his shorts a few days before
brought it back and an thrill bubbled up in her chest.  Then she heard a
footstep and quickly withdrew her fingers.  Dan was up.  She cursed under
her breath, got up, and went to meet him.

   About a week later her cell phone rang.  It was the tone for an unknown
number and for a moment she felt uneasy.  She had been nervous about
unknown callers ever since her episode with Calvin.  With growing frequency
she had been kicking herself for it; the night it had happened, she had
dashed out of the apartment that night without so much as a word cautioning
him to be quiet about it.  He might have no idea how much trouble she could
get into for it.  And how could she trust a 16 year-old boy to keep quiet
about a sexual conquest, anyway?

   That was another thing that had repeated in her head: The words sexual
conquest.  She had to admit she liked it.  She wasn't sure if he had
conquered her or the other way around, but-

   The phone rang again.  It was the same number.  She picked it up and
answered softly.  "Hello?"

   "Ms.  Lee," came a woman's voice.  There was a pause.  "This is Gloria,
dear.  Calvin's mother."

   "Oh, of course!" Soo-bin said, relieved.  If Gloria had suspected
something between her and Calvin she most definitely wouldn't sound this
friendly on the phone.  "I didn't recognize your voice on the phone.  Good
to hear from you!"

   "We heard about Dan," Gloria said.  "Sounds like he was at the wrong
place at the wrong time.  Is everything okay?"

   "Oh, he's improving," Soo-bin replied.  "It's slow but he's getting
there.

   "Yes, well, I'm sure he will be back in the saddle in no time," Gloria
said.  "Now, the reason I'm calling is I'm wondering if you think you're
ready to leave Dan alone for a little while.  We'd love for you to have
another session with Calvin."

   Soo-bin's stomach twinged with excitement.  "I think I could do that,"
she said.  "Dan will be okay alone for a little while.  He would probably
appreciate me leaving him alone.  When were you thinking?"

   "Are you free tomorrow night?" Gloria said.  "Calvin's soccer practice
was canceled."

   Soo-bin pretended to look at her schedule.  "Sure," she said.  "I think
that would work."

   "That's wonderful.  I'll tell Calvin to keep his evening free," Gloria
said.  "I'm sure he'll have no problem with that.  He just lights up when
you get here."

   "Awww," Soo-bin said.  "He's such a sweet boy." She made sure to
emphasize the word "boy," just so that Gloria would have no suspicions that
Soo-bin, in fact, had treated Calvin very much like a man.

   "He is a sweetie," Gloria replied, with a happy chuckle.  "I call him my
sweetcakes.  Oh, by the way, Albert and I had a prior engagement before
Calvin's soccer practice was canceled.  It's too late to back out now. 
Will it be okay that we aren't here during your session?"

   The image of Calvin on top of her, naked, moaning, straining,
immediately rushed into Soo-bin's head unbidden, like water from a breaking
dam.  Her voice caught and she had to give herself a moment.

   "Ms.  Lee?" Gloria said.  "Are you there?"

   "Oh yes," Soo-bin said.  "I'm sorry, I just had to clear my throat. 
That would be fine, Gloria, Calvin and I will do just fine."

   "I'm sure you will," Gloria said.  Her voice dropped.  "Don't take
advantage of him."

   "What--ex--excuse me?" Soo-bin said.

   Gloria laughed.  "I mean make sure you stay for the full 90 minutes. 
But I know you will.  I was just kidding, Ms.  Lee.  We trust you
completely."

   "I'll make the most out of all 90 minutes," Soo-bin said.  Her heart was
hammering.  That much was true.

   She hung up, in a haze.  Immediately she began playing what might happen
in her mind.  First of all, she kept telling herself, what might happen is
that Calvin's parents might call off their evening and stay home.  Which
would be fine.  It was actually preferable, she told herself.  Who knew
what might happen if they weren't there?  There needed to be something
helping her keep a firm grip on reality while she was with Calvin.

   But what if they didn't?  What would happen?

   She knew what she should do.  She should go there with a lesson plan and
stick to it.  She should sit across the table from Calvin - not next to him
-- and not look at him except to have him recite his Korean.  And if the
other night becomes too much of an elephant in the room, she should calmly
explain that it was a mistake and they should both get beyond it.  Then she
should leave as if it was any other night.  As if he was still 16.  That
would be the end of it, she knew.  Calvin was a nice young man, and he
would let it end as easily as it started.

   That was what her mind told her.  But then there was what her body
wanted.  Her hormone-fueled imagination kept firing up vivid images in her
head.  His youthful skin.  His taut muscles straining against her.  His
arms around her.  Their hips pressed together.  And then--and then-

   She went on a walk to clear her head.  For the sake of what was good and
decent, she knew she needed to address these hormones.  She needed to go to
Calvin's apartment with sex knocked down a few pegs in her body's priority
list.

   That night, as she and Dan lay in bed, she rolled toward him and kissed
his cheek.  She moaned sexily and cuddled up against him.  She was wearing
just her panties and a tank top.  "Sleepy?" She murmured into his ear.

   Dan grunted.  "Yeah, actually I am.  These damn pills."

   "Can't stay awake for a little bit?" She said

   Dan turned toward her.  "Soo-bin," he said.  "You know I'd love to.  But
it's only been a couple weeks since the surgery."

   "I'll be gentle," she said, nuzzling his ear.

   "Soo-bin," he said, "the doctor...  If you ever want to have kids, we
just need to wait a couple more weeks."

   "Can you just touch me, then?"

   Dan paused.  He grinned and accepted her kiss - he couldn't turn over to
her.  They kissed that way for a while and then his hand found her breast,
cupped it.  Then it moved down, down past her belly.  Her breath halted and
she closed her eyes in anticipation.  His fingers hooked on the strap of
her panties, and then they stopped.  She waited but nothing happened. 
Soo-bin opened her eyes.  Dan was asleep.

   She snorted in frustration and rolled back onto her back.  "Dammit," she
hissed.  She slid her hand down her panties, found her clitoris.  Just as
she began, however, Dan startled awake.

   "Hmm?  Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he said.  "It's these pills, I can fall
asleep any time."

   He rolled onto his side.

   "You shouldn't--" she began.

   "It's okay," Dan said, "if I position my legs right it doesn't press on
it at all." He put his arm around her and promptly fell asleep.  In a
moment he was in deep sleep.  His arm was heavy and she couldn't budge
without moving him, and she didn't want to risk moving him wrong.  And
because she couldn't move, she couldn't reach down her panties.  All she
could do was close her eyes and try to sleep.  Slowly, fitfully,
grudgingly, her hormones subsided.

   If she was Calvin, she thought, she would be very happy to see how her
sex life was going at the moment.  Very happy indeed.  The idea of a happy
Calvin made her smile, and she fell promptly to sleep.

   On the day of the lesson, it seemed that 8 p.m.  would never get there.
After lunch Dan went to sleep and she stood staring out the back window. 
Possibilities kept banging around Soo-bin's head, and within her raged a
kind of ethical tug-of-war.  Actually it was a tug of war between ethics
and no ethics.  One moment she would be thinking how outrageous that she
was even considering that something inappropriate might happen - how
scandalous - and that all her ancestors must be looking down upon her now
and shaking their heads.  It was just pure luck that she hadn't been caught
for what she had already done, she thought, and she shouldn't risk anything
more.

   Just stick to the lesson plan, Soo-bin, she told herself.  Don't even
look at him.

   But then her body would make its wishes known.  Her hormones were
usually the first to speak whenever her mind wandered back to the topic of
Calvin.  Her stomach would lurch in excitement and her midsection would
heat up like a bulb and send a tingle up her spine, to the back of her
head, where the tingle seemed to burrow into her mind and, for a moment,
take over her decision-making processes.

   On the plains of North America a couple hundred years ago, Indian boys
Calvin's age were considered men by then.  They were fathers.

   Fathers.  The word resonated deep within Soo-bin.  She did some mental
math in her head and she came up with the reason why.  She couldn't be
exactly sure, but with her biological timing she could very well be
ovulating now.  Had Dan been healthy they would have likely been trying to
get pregnant now, as they had been every month for the past two years. 
They might have tried it this very night.

   Then the image of Calvin holding a baby burst into her head.  And why
was he in an orange uniform?  Then she knew.  Because she could always say
he raped her.  Who would they believe - a well-loved, female Korean tutor
who weighed 115 lbs., or a black teenage boy pumping full of hormones?

   Soo-bin burst out the door and gulped in fresh air.  Dan was still
asleep upstairs.  "God save me," she whispered.

   Confusing and long as the day was, 8 p.m.  finally did arrive.  She
dressed in a nice blue dress with bare arms, kissed Dan tenderly goodbye
and drove over to Calvin's place sedately, savoring the last moments of
what she felt would be an old life, the life before she gave a thumbs up or
thumbs down to having relations with someone who technically was underage.

   Soo-bin had gone back and forth so many times that when she headed over
there she still didn't know what she would do.  Part of her wanted to find
Albert and Gloria settled into the couch as usual, television on, dressed
in their usual duds.  "Change of plans, Ms.  Lee," Gloria would call from
her spot on the couch as she knitted.  "We decided to stay and watch our
shows after all.  Ice cream?"

   It was another warm evening, thunderstorms on the horizon, as Soo-bin
parked and walked in her sandals to the door.  She rang the bell and a
moment later Albert threw open the door.  He was dressed nicely in a
collared shirt and pressed pants, black shoes.  Behind him she could see
Gloria, dressed in a dress not unsimliar to hers, albeit several sizes
larger, gathering her purse.  "Ms.  Lee!" Albert cried.  "Good to see you.
We were just on our way out.  I'll let Calvin know you're here."

   As Albert went off to get Calvin, Soo-bin said hello to Gloria.  Soo-bin
kept her mind focused on the present, nothing more than five seconds or so
ahead.  Because if she thought too much about the fact that she was about
to be left alone for at least 90 minutes with Calvin (a voice belted out in
her mind: In the old days he could become a father tonight!), she knew it
would make her appear nervous.  Her voice would shake.

   Gloria was explaining their plans.  "We're going out to a little dessert
place and then the 9:30 show," she said, cheerfully.  "So you'll be long
gone by the time we get back.  But we'll settle your fee next time, is that
alright?"

   Soo-bin nodded.  Calvin appeared.  He was dressed in a polo shirt and
baggy shorts.  He smiled broadly upon seeing Soo-bin, but gone was the
almost childish exuberance at the start of the previous lesson.  The boy
was there, but there was something hungry in his eyes, too.  A man.

   "Well, say hello to Ms.  Lee," Gloria said.  Calvin smiled and came over
and embraced Soo-bin, although he didn't swing her around like last time.
Of course Soo-bin wondered why not, and for the first time she considered
the fact that maybe he didn't want a repeat of what happened last time. 
With horror she wondered if maybe he had just been playing along - who
would turn down a free hand job?  - and that she was just another cougar,
and when he got together with his friends he made fun of her-

   Gloria leaned in: "He canceled a basketball game for this tonight," she
said.  "So he might be a little less enthusiastic than last time."

   "Ohh, I'm sorry," Soo-bin said.  She said the next part without
thinking: "We'll see if we can add some fun to the lesson to make it up to
him."

   Calvin spoke the next words in Korean.  "I'm sure it will be fun, Ms. 
Lee.  I've been looking forward to it all day."

   Albert smiled and Gloria crowed her approval.  "Very nice, Calvin!  It
sounds so...  Korean!"

   "They don't understand any Korean at all," Calvin said to Soo-bin, in
Korean.  "I could say anything to you right now."

   Soo-bin laughed.  "So you can use cuss words all you want around them,"
she said, innocently, in Korean, enunciating clearly for him.  Gloria and
Albert looked back at Calvin, unaware what they were talking about, but
eager to hear him say it.

   "All I can think about is what happened last time," Calvin said.

   Gloria and Albert swiveled their heads back at Soo-bin, grinning
expectantly.  That they were so eager to hear the conversation continue,
not knowing that Calvin and Soo-bin were talking about how she gave him a
handjob, struck her as insanely comical and she snorted with laughter.

   "What?  What is it?" Gloria said.  "Calvin, what did you tell her?"

   Soo-bin came to the rescue this time.  "He says you and me must have
called and decided to wear the same dress," she said to Gloria.

   "Oh!  Calvinnn," his mother said, and gave him a playful swat.  "I
suppose all grown-ups look the same to him."

   "No they don't," Calvin said, in Korean.  "Ms.  Lee is very beautiful."

   Gloria looked at Albert, who shrugged.  "Well, it's time for us to go,"
Gloria said.  They said their goodbyes and left without so much as a glance
back at the two they were leaving all alone in the apartment.  The door
shut behind them.  Soo-bin could hear their muffled voices for a moment and
then, just like that, they were gone.  She and Calvin stood there in
silence.

   Stick to the lesson, she told herself.

   So she turned, businesslike, and without looking at Calvin she picked up
her bag.  "Well, let's get started, shall we?" She said.  Calvin followed
her mutely to the study.  There was the table.  She wondered if there were
any semen stains in the carpet.  "Have a seat," she said.  And when he sat,
she sat across the table from him.  There was all kinds of raw energy in
the room, sizzling between them, but she forced herself to ignore it, to
put her head in the sand, avoid the 800 lb.  gorilla, etc.

   It's better this way, she thought.  This is the way it should be.  And,
without looking up, she began the lesson.

   As she delved into the material her teaching skills took hold, and some
time passed, and she might have even gotten through the entire lesson had
not Calvin's phone rang.  It went off with a shrill cry in his pocket and
she stopped to look up at him.  "Well?" She said, looking up.  "Are you
going to answer it?"

   "It's just my alarm," Calvin replied.  He looked at her steadily and she
found herself holding his gaze.  He smiled cutely.  "It's just telling me
that by now in our last lesson you had your hand down my shorts, Ms.  Lee."


   She felt her face turning scarlet.  "Oh my," she said.  "Yes, Calvin,
uhmmm, about that, I'm glad that it came up because I need to say
something--"

   "I was glad it came up too," Calvin said, with a smile.  It took Soo-bin
a second but then she broke out with a laugh.  He giggled along with her
until she put a hand over her face and composed herself.

   "Calvin," she said, restarting, trying to sound adult-like, "I mean, it
was nice, it was very nice, but maybe we shouldn't have--"

   "I knew you would say that," Calvin said, softly, confidently.  "My
question is, Why not?  You heard my dad.  In some cultures I am already a
man."

   "But not here, Calvin," she said, looking away, because she wasn't sure
she could say it if she was looking at him.  "I am sorry.  You have every
right to expect me to treat you like an adult, because that's how I treated
you the other day--"

   "I am an adult, Ms.  Lee," he said.  "Look at me and tell me I'm not."

   "--and being an adult means admitting mistakes," she continued.  "I'm
sorry, I shouldn't have done that, it was a moment of weakness."

   Calvin was silent and she lifted her eyes to him.  What she saw
surprised him.  He had an all-knowing look on his face.  "It wasn't a
moment of weakness.  That's what you say now because you are just afraid of
getting caught," he said.  "You won't.  I won't tell anybody.  What you and
I do will stay in this apartment."

   He said it so firmly, in a way so beyond his years, and with a deep
rumble, that Soo-bin felt a tingle walking up her spine and her face grew
flush as ever.  Distantly she could sense her defenses eroding, the
defenses of everything ethical and decent and proper.

   "Calvin, that's not so," she said, her voice thin.  "It's not just that
I don't want to get caught.  It's that you are just a boy."

   "Call me Min-ho," he said, quietly.

   "Calvin--"

   "Min-ho."

   She blinked at him.  "Okay," she said, softly.  "Min-ho."

   Then he was in the seat next to her.  He moved smoothly.  One second he
was across the table and then he was close.  "Look at me and tell me I'm
just a boy," he said.

   She looked at him.  He held her gaze rapturously.  His hand found her
bare knee.  "Calvin," she breathed.

   "Min-ho."

   Her sense of decency mustered one last charge.  "What I want to do and
what I should do are different--"

   "It seems to me, Ms.  Lee," he said, cutting her off, "that except for
the other night you have been doing what you should do your entire life,
and not what you want."

   His hand was rubbing her knee tenderly.  There was a long silence as
they regarded each other and then she put her own hand on his.  She had a
thought to push it away, but instead she held his hand.  "Min-ho," she
breathed.

   "Mmmhmmm?" He said, and the way he said it sent a beam of energy from
Soo-bin's tail bone to her head, tingling her scalp, entering her head...
and then she was touching his bare knee.

   "Are you sure you're only 18?" She said, flirtingly, as her hormones
seized the wheel and taking over her actions.  "You seem so much older."

   He held her gaze.  "I've been practicing what I would say to you tonight
ever since you left the last time."

   She laughed, and as she leaned over to kiss those big beautiful lips of
his, the last bastion of decency fell.  He's just a boy!  It cried before
Soo-bin's hormones breached the walls, howling and smashing and burning
like the Huns.  She kissed him fiercely, forcing her tongue between his
lips.  He had brushed them before she arrived.  Peppermint.

   "I don't want to pretend it didn't happen," Soo-bin moaned, as their
lips parted for a moment.  "I didn't want to forget..."

   And they were kissing again, his musky scent filling her nose, her hands
rubbing his shoulders, then gently on his chest.  The chair rocked as he
came at her, and as she fell, he caught her, falling to the floor with her.
They were laughing, then kissing.  His lips found her ears, her neck, and
as he kissed her jawline he breathed deep, sucking in her scent.  He was
laying on her leg and beneath all those clothes she could feel the thing
she had felt before.  It seemed to be swelling.

   Then he was taking her hand and lifting her off her feet.  Her hair was
mussed and she straightened her clothes, but before she could compose
herself he was leading her out of the study by the hand.  They turned left,
toward the bedrooms.  "Where are you taking me?" She said, playfully
resisting, and he smiled and tugged her, and she gave way easily, feeling
the raw strength in him, allowing herself to be led back into the dark.

   He paused by the doorway to his parents' room.  "Oh my God," Soo-bin
said, giggling, delirious with hormones, but he kept leading her along. 
Then they were in his room.  She had never seen it before.  This was the
one place his mother would not allow the tutoring to occur.  Apparently,
even though she trusted Soo-bin, it was a line that could not be crossed
when mother had anything to say about it.

   Soo-bin recalled one night a year or so ago they had been doing some
work in the living room, and Albert had wanted to watch the game.  He had
suggested that Soo-bin give Calvin his lesson back in his room.

   Soo-bin could still see the shocked look on Gloria's face as she looked
at her husband.  Soo-bin had pretended not to see it, and Gloria had
thought she did not.  "No," she had said, resolutely.  They created a new
space for them in what was then the guest room, which later became the
study.  And, later, as she was tutoring Calvin in the living room, she
overheard Gloria as she scolded her husband for the idea.

   "...  don't want any temptation in this household.  She is a good and
decent woman but you never know what happens when someone has opportunity
thrust in their face...  Calvin is a good looking boy....  hormones are
starting to flow...  just a bad, bad idea...."

   Thus, Soo-bin had never so much as caught a glimpse of Calvin's room,
but now here they were, in the forbidden sanctuary, all alone.  A night
light was on so it was not completely dark, and she could see some details.
The twin bed had been made hastily.  Posters of basketball and soccer
players adorned the walls.  Clothes lay haphazardly about the floor.  Books
leaned crazily on the shelves.  A desk was covered with a mishmash of paper
and photos and a laptop, closed.  A backpack hung on the door.  There was a
little nerf hoop above the door.  The typical teenage boy's room.

   She didn't have time to soak it in, as Calvin, full of hormonal energy,
turned to her and took her in his arms.  Soo-bin shrieked delightfully as
she lost her footing, and then he was kissing her, kissing her face and
mouth.  He was moving her.  Things were moving so fast.  She realized that
they were moving toward the bed.  It's true that she could have stopped it,
but she allowed herself to move there, kissing him, savoring the idea of
what would happen there-

   The word came unbidden to her mind, again: Father.

   Her legs were at the edge of the mattress.  Calvin paused, not wanting
to force her into anything.  She allowed her legs to bend and she held him
as she leaned back she held onto him, and he allowed himself to fall with
her, and then she was on her back in his bed.  The whole thing felt so
scandalous, so wrong, and her belly was on fire.  Calvin was surging into
her as they kissed, and as he surged into her she could feel his bulge
grinding against her thigh.  She forced her hand between him and her leg
and put her hand on the bulge.  Calvin moaned in excitement.

   His hands were moving up under her dress, along her thighs, then holding
her hips, then over her belly and finally atop her breasts, massaging them
through her bra, and Soo-bin gave in to him.  She arched her back and
moaned deeply, enjoying the feel of his big hands squeezing her breasts
firmly.  Dan hadn't touched her with this kind of raw sexual energy in....
ever.

   Soo-bin lifted her arms and allowed him to lift the dress off over her
head.  She tugged at his polo shirt and he smiled and took that off, too.
His male aroma filled her nose.  Then he leaned over and kissed her her,
kissing her neck, and she ran her hands over his smooth, bare chest,
shoulders, and back.

   "Min-ho-ee," she whispered, "Honey, you're so hot..."

   "Ms.  Lee," he moaned.  "Ms.  Lee, I have jerked off thinking about you
for so long..."

   Savage lust tore through her and she parted her legs as she hugged him
close, kissing him, pulling him closer, spiraling to that place her
subconscious had dwelled upon for so long.  She sucked his tongue into her
mouth, and then for the first time his body rocked into hers, and somehow
her legs were on either side of his hips now...  and then somehow her hands
were on his shorts.  Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, and
she watched as they unbuttoned his button, found his fly, pushed the zipper
down...

   Calvin sat up enough to allow her to unzip his shorts.  His boxers
appeared.  They were green with little stripes on them, and then he was
wriggling out of his shorts, and she could see a great swell under the
cloth of his boxers.  They were each breathless at the progression of
events, not saying anything now.  As Calvin pushed his shorts down his legs
and off his ankles, Soo-bin went up on one elbow and put her hand on the
cloth in the front of his boxers.  Calvin moaned and held her hand against
him as he pushed into it.  She could feel a thick coil of muscle surging
against her palm, separated now by just a thin layer of cotton.

   "Ohhh Min-ho-ee," she moaned, so full of lust she could barely say his
name.  He was leaning down to kiss her again, she she felt his hand push
behind her back.  He was fumbling with the strap, looking for the latch. 
She laughed and put his hand on the front of her bra.  "This one has it
there," she said.  When he still couldn't open it, Soo-bin smiled and
unlatched it for him.  It fell loose, and with a suck of air through his
lips Calvin pushed it away, feasting his eyes on her bare breasts.  They
were pert, big as oranges.  Her nipples stood straight up in anticipation.

   "Oh, oh, Ms.  Lee," he said, hungrily.  He put his hands on her breasts
tentatively at first, then more firmly when she showed her approval with a
slow blink and a smile.  Then he squeezed them, making her moan.  He opened
his mouth and practically dove on them, taking one nipple in his mouth and
then the other, sucking hard.  Soo-bin moaned hard and arched her back into
him, and her hand found its way between his legs again, and she was
squeezing his cock through the cloth of his boxers, pulling it.

   His hand was on her panties.  Then his fingers were rubbing firmly
between her legs.  She could feel his fingertips on her mound, rubbing her
clitoris, up and down the opening of her vagina, but still on the other
side of the cloth.  "It's all wet there," he said.

   "You made me that way, baby," she whispered, and he smiled and rubbed
more vigorously.

   "Is that so my penis can..."

   "Yes..." she replied.  "So it can...  enter..."

   As they rubbed between each other's legs the fact that Calvin was only
18 had ceased to be an issue in her mind; in fact it was doing the
opposite. She thought back to when she was 18, a senior in high school,
burning with hormones, just like Calvin was now.  And look what she could
do for him, she thought.  She was feeding this fantastic human urge at its
very beginnings.  She was satisfying his ravenous teenage hunger that for
eons boys had tried to satisfy by jerking off, looking at daddy's
magazines, sticking their penis in cups full of warm noodles, and endless
other half-satisfying attempts.  And she was about to satisfy his urge
completely.

   Somewhere her phone was ringing.  She shook her head.  "It's just my
husband," she said, and Calvin was kissing her mouth again, rubbing her,
lifting her hips.  She squeezed his cock through his boxers and jerked it
side to side, up and down, stretching the cloth.  Calvin moaned and bobbed
his hips with her strokes; her phone began to ring again.

   "Don't answer it," he moaned into her neck, as he thrusted against her.
"Ms.  Lee, don't answer it..."

   "No, baby, never," she whispered.  "It's just you and me now.  I am all
yours now.  All yours..."

   She pushed her hands down under the strap of his boxers.  His bare cock
filled her hand, hot, damp, and hardening.  He thrust himself eagerly into
her hands, his ebony body rolling like a wave.  With the movement she
positioned her other hand just so that he rocked himself right out of the
loose boxers, and then together they were pushing them down his legs, all
the way off, onto the floor.

   Then Soo-bin had a naked teenager on top of her.  He was kissing her
madly.  She was holding her hand between her legs protectively, but she
moved it away and let his cock rest between her legs.  All that remained
between them, the only thing stopping them from being completely naked
together, were her silken panties.  His cock was surging against them.

   "Ms.  Lee," he moaned.  "Ms.  Lee..."

   She kissed him deep and wrapped her legs around him.  She rubbed his
back and held his sides, lifting herself to meet his body in rhythm,
bringing their hormones to new heights, for now, from the way their bodies
moved, it was almost as if they were truly having sex.  She could feel his
cock extend and stiffen like a stone.  His balls ground against her
clitoris and a new, nameless feeling emerged somewhere inside Soo-bin.

   "Wait, honey, wait," she whispered, in a hushed tone.  And he lifted off
her, waiting.  He knew.  She hooked her thumbs under her panty strap and
pushed them down, wriggling free.  Calvin drew a breath, and he helped her
pull her panties all the way down her legs, his eyes getting wide as he
pulled them off her feet and her pussy was revealed.

   Calvin pushed her knees apart.  She let them fall away and giggled
happily as he then flopped down on top of her again, and she felt his hot
cock pressing against the bare skin of her belly.  Then she thought, my
God, there he is, there it is, I am in SO much trouble...

   His penis was large.  Burning.  Filled with potential.  The word wafted
through her mind: Father.

   He was kissing her mouth and groping her breasts hungrily, but all their
attention, really was between their legs, where his bare dick was throbbing
against her naked thigh.  He was slowly building up momentum, and his
thrusts were bringing him closer and closer to where she knew there was no
turning back.

   That word, again: Father.  And she knew why.  She could feel why.  Deep
inside her was new possibility.  Something that could change everything if
Calvin did his part.  Would this be it?  She wanted to find out.  She
wanted it more than anything.  And then, as if he could read her thoughts,
Calvin began to rock more vigorously, and his cock thrust closer and closer
to her pussy, three inches away, two, one.  She was soaking for it.  She
felt the muscles in her vagina relax, ready to let him in.

   Their naked bodies met.  His body moved like a wave.  Soo-bin reached
down to guide him but it was unnecessary, with his cock drawn to her pussy
like a magnet.  It seemed to know exactly where to go without her help;
Calvin was inevitable, unstoppable.  Somewhere the phone was ringing but
all her attention was devoted to that tiny space between Calvin's cock and
the opening of her vagina.  She wanted all of him.  Everything.

   She spread her legs wide and let his cock stab and shift closer and
closer.

   "Min-ho," she moaned.  "Do it, baby, do it, let's do it..."

   He went in for the final motions, the settling in.  His belly ground
against hers, his broad chest brushed against her breasts.  Then the head
of his cock was bumping against her vagina, and he held her close, rocking,
rocking, and then his cock was doing more than bumping, it was caught
there. And once it caught there it was just a matter of seconds.  He thrust
his hips once, twice, three times, and then she could feel herself
stretching.  He was planted.

   "Yessss," She moaned.  "Honey, baby, you're in, you're in..."

   "Ms.  Lee, I love you," he moaned.  "I want you so bad."

   "You have me," she laughed.  "You have all of me..."

   She held him close and lifted into him, her hands sliding down his back
and holding him.  But the bulk of the power came from Calvin, his stomach
and back muscles and hips, his body a wave, and he was sliding deeper and
deeper.  She cried out as his cock probed deep.  Calvin was unstoppable
now; she pulled on his ass and lifted into him.  His swollen penis surged
deeper.  His bed creak-creak-creaked with the rhythm of their naked bodies.


   "Deeper, deeper honey..." Soo-bin breathed.  And he did.  He put a hand
on her ass and pulled himself into her harder, deeper.

   "Ms.  Lee, Ms.  Lee..." he wheezed.  He was absolutely overcome, his
body shaking.  Soo-bin bit her lip and pushed against this hardness inside
her.  She felt his thick cock respond, lurching into her center.  She felt
it beneath her belly button.  And then his testicles were grinding against
her ass cheeks, and she had a new sensation.  It was the sensation that
came when someone was fucking the daylights out of you.

   "Oh my God, oh my God," she moaned, "deeper, baby, deeper!"

   "Ms.  Lee, I can't go deeper, I can't!" Calvin cried, as his body
strained and rocked against her, his legs pushing hers apart, pushing into
the mattress.  His hard cock smacked against her clit as it pumped into
her. Soo-bin was nearly out of her mind.  She released his ass and brought
her hands up and held his shoulders, letting him do what he needed to do
with his hips.  Calvin buried his head in her neck and went wild with his
hips, straight in and out, then moving them in circles, then straight
again, and then again in deep, strong circles.

   Calvin moaned deep, in a way she hadn't heard before, and she knew what
was happening.  Soo-bin felt the orgasm start to build inside her, too. 
And that's what it was: One orgasm.  They were going to have it together.
The possibility lit her on fire.

   Let him cum, said a voice deep in her head.  Let him try to be a father.


   "Min-ho," she said, her voice shaking with the effort of making love. 
She moved and circled her hips opposite of his movements, so that they
would make the most of their thrusts.  "Min-ho, listen to me, baby."

   He lifted his head to look at her.  He had a distant, dreamy look in his
eyes and his body didn't stop moving and she could tell that he was close.
The bed kept going creak-creak-creak, and their skin slapped softly
together.  She could see the silhouette of his cock slipping in and out of
her.  She caught a glimpse of their reflection in a mirror above the
dresser, and she saw his dark form atop her much lighter one.  She seemed
to have sunk into the covers, her limbs holding onto him, his round ass
surging and bobbing between her thighs.

   "Min-ho," she said, "if you cum inside me you might be a daddy, okay? 
Is that okay?"

   "Ms.  Lee," he moaned.  She wasn't even sure he registered what she
said.

   "You might put a baby in me," she said.  "If you cum you could put a
baby in me, is that okay?"

   Creak-creak-creak went the bed.  Calvin didn't say anything, but he
didn't stop moving.  He closed his eyes and kept fucking her, his cock
sliding in and out, in and out.  But still, she could feel a slight
hesitation in the rhythm.  This concerned her.  Suddenly she wanted nothing
more than for him to cum inside her.

   "I'll take care of it," she said, breathless as her orgasm bubbled up in
her belly.  "Oh baby, don't worry, I'll take care of it, you can be a
normal teenager, it will be our secret that we made this beautiful thing
together--"

   "Ms.  Lee!" Calvin cried, suddenly.  It was as if he suddenly was
hitting a higher gear, and and his hips gyrated into her quickly.  "Yes,
yes, Ms.  Lee, I want it, I wanna cum inside you, I want to give you a
baby, oh, OH, OH FUCK, Ms.  Lee!  MS.  LEE!"

   She could feel his cock reaching, extending, tightening deep inside her.
She gasped and cried out.  She could no longer match his thrusts and just
lay still, letting it happen.  "Put it in me!" She moaned. 
"OHHONEYCUMINSIDEME!"

   And then her orgasm was erupting, it was all over her body, and she
quaked like a leaf against his cock.  She felt his balls throb against her
ass cheeks and she knew exactly what was coming, and she grabbed his ass,
pulled, and slammed her hips into him just as the throb in his balls
traveled into his cock, and she felt that thick meat start to bounce and
clench inside her.

   "Awwwwww GOD," Calvin cried as his semen exploded in her.  He surged
hard, crying out something she couldn't understand, and Soo-bin felt a
growing heat in her belly.  His thrusts suddenly were very greasy, very
slippery, and she gasped and cried out as she knew he was releasing his
load directly inside her.  His cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, and
the bed creaked like mad.  Her own orgasm roiled around and she writhed
against him, trying to be one with him, imagining her egg there, right by
the tip of his penis, and then great squirts of semen splashing all over
it, submerging it.

   She reached down and held his balls, rubbed them, coaxing every last
liquid ounce of his semen out of his heavy shaft.

   Thank God Calvin lived on the first floor.  And thank God that his
family had a habit of parking their car right in front of his window. 
Because as they lay there entwined, suddenly headlights filled the room. 
Calvin's curtain was drawn, but still the light filled the little space. 
Soo-bin thought nothing of it but Calvin jerked his head around.

   "Oh my God," he said.  "Oh my fucking God."

   "What is it?"

   "My parents!  They're back!"

   They cried out together and Calvin leaped off Soo-bin, and his cock
disengaged from her pussy with a smacking sound, and she saw then just how
big he had gotten.  She was stunned that it had fit inside her, all swollen
stiff and purple, gleaming with juices.  She didn't have time to dwell on
it, however, as Soo-bin flew out of bed, searching for her clothes.  There
was a big stain on the bed where their midsections had been, and she felt a
deep longing, she wanted him to still be inside her, she wanted him there
forever...

   They heard the car door slam.  The engine was still running.  It wasn't
late; his parents must have forgotten something.  "I'll go to the
bathroom," she said, as Calvin pulled his shorts on.  "You get dressed,
tuck that thing where she can't see it!"

   Soo-bin ran for the bathroom.  She heard the key in the lock as she ran
past the door.  Thank God they had bolted it, too, she thought, or else
whoever was coming in would have opened it just in time to see Soo-bin
streak past naked.  She entered the bathroom just as the front door opened.
She could hear Gloria come in, humming.  Then her humming stopped.

   "Calvin?" She called.  "Ms.  Lee?"

   Soo-bin was putting her dress and bra and panties on.  She shuddered to
think of how it would have unfolded if they hadn't heard his parents
arrive. She was thankful.  But now where was Calvin?

   "Calvin?" Gloria said, a little more insistently.  Soo-bin looked at
herself in the mirror.  Her makeup and hair were mussed.  By instinct she
had brought her purse into the bathroom, and she tore it open, going first
for her comb.  Her hands shook.  If they were caught...  Where the hell was
Calvin?

   Then she heard him.  "Hi Mom," he said.  "What's up?"

   "We forgot the movie tickets," Gloria said, skeptically.  "Where's Ms.
Lee?"

   "Bathroom," he said.

   "Ohhh, okay," Gloria said, and Soo-bin heard some relief in her voice.
"I was afraid she ran off early."

   Soo-bin had moved fast.  She finished the last touches on her makeup and
flushed the toilet.  She washed her hands and came out.  Gloria was waiting
for her.  Soo-bin could feel the mother's eyes looking her up and down, and
Soo-bin forced herself to stay calm, to be confident that she hadn't
forgotten some crucial detail, such as her bra.  She could feel Calvin's
semen leaking out, soaking her panties.

   "Gloria!" Soo-bin said.  "We were almost done.  Don't worry, I will add
my bathroom time to the end of the lesson."

   Gloria got a good laugh from that.  "Okay, well, I'm glad everything is
going well," she said, heading back out the door with the tickets.  "We
will be seeing you soon."

   And then they were alone again.  Soo-bin looked at her watch and was
surprised that a mere 45 minutes had passed.  So much intensity for such a
short time.  Calvin stepped close and she hugged him, resting her head on
his chest, listening to his heart beat.

   "Let's finish the lesson," she said.

   "Ms.  Lee?"

   "Come on," she said, leading him by the hand.  "We have work to do."

   And just like that they finished the lesson.  The air was clear of all
the hormones and it was one of the best lessons Calvin had ever had.  When
she left, Soo-bin kissed Calvin gently on the cheek and walked off into the
night, content.  She looked back and gave him a little wave with her
fingers and was gone.

   Soo-bin stopped on the way home and dumped her panties into the
dumpster. Not a good idea to be walking around with a teenager's semen
staining your panties.  She had carried an extra pair with her in the
purse.

   DAN

   The stifling days of summer gave way to a wet and cool fall, and then a
snowy and cold winter.  Dan recovered from his injury.  He got a promotion
at work with the enthusiastic endorsement of his department head, Gary. 
Soo-bin was pleased with the news but despite Dan's raise, and to his
chagrin, she kept working hard as ever.  She would talk to Calvin on the
phone, reminding him of lessons, giving him her free time.  The phone calls
to his number added up on their phone bill.  It had begun to annoy Dan,
actually, but she told him: "You think your promotion came out of a
vacuum?"

   It was during one of her days tutoring Calvin, in January, that he
discovered the doctor's slip.

   It was facedown on the kitchen floor.  It looked like maybe it had been
dropped, and then it had skimmed several feet across the surface.  Dan
picked it up while straightening up the house.  He turned it over and
puzzled over it for a long time, reading and re-reading what he saw.  As he
realized what it was, he whipsawed between elation and confusion.  And as
he did so, little pieces of a puzzle clicked into place in his head.

   How to explain this?  He thought.  He knew Soo-bin had been working
hard. "Why don't you relax," Dan would say to her.  "Cut down on the
tutoring a little bit.  I'm bringing in a little extra.  We can afford it."


   She would only laugh.  "Starting a new family is not relaxing," she'd
reply.  "We need to earn as much as we can before start having kids."

   And Dan would leave it at that.  The obvious question - when exactly
they would start having children - was usually left unsaid.  It had become
a source of tension, with Soo-bin crestfallen whenever she began having her
period.  As the summer gave way to fall, however, Dan noticed that his wife
seemed to grow a little more relaxed about getting pregnant.  Gone were the
intense discussions over ovulation cycles and days of waiting to see if she
had her period.

   "When it happens, it happens," Soo-bin had told him.

   "That's a change in attitude, to say the least," Dan had cracked.  "Last
summer you were calling me home from work to have sex during your ovulation
cycle."

   She would just shrug.  And as her attitude relaxed, so did Dan's.  But
he never thought she would get this relaxed.  It was as if it hadn't
finally worked.

   Soo-bin was pregnant.  At least that's what the slip from the kitchen
floor said.  She was 10 weeks along.  There was all kinds of other
information, including a photo of the ultrasound, but there was no word on
why she hadn't breathed a word of it to him.

   Dan dwelled on the ultrasound photo.  Things were blurry but he could
make out the baby.  It looked like a little lima bean.  At the corner of
the image was Soo-bin's name.  Somewhere in all the coding he saw the heart
rate.  His baby had a heartbeat.  He couldn't help smiling, until a savage,
suspicious voice welled up inside him: How do you know it's your baby?

   At some point, Dan figured, all fathers confront that question.  But the
question raised itself so urgently in his head that he wondered if his
subconscious was trying to tell him something.  He felt light-headed and
sat down to think it over.  Why hadn't she told him yet?  Could it be he
wasn't the father?

   The mere question, in the open, seemed so outlandish that he tried to
dismiss it.  Soo-bin was devoted.  They were happy together.  Of course
he'd had his suspicions now and then, as all married people do - nobody
wants to play the fool - but the simple fact was that he had never had any
evidence whatsoever that she had ever strayed.

   Maybe she's just really smart about it, said the voice.

   "No," Dan said, aloud, in the empty house.  Of course anything was
possible.  But it just didn't ring true.  The truth, he figured, lays in
his gut.  And his gut, in the absence of any evidence, told him that
Soo-bin was faithful.  The baby was his.

   But even if that was true, it still left a big question.  Why wouldn't
she tell him?  10 weeks.  She would have missed two periods without telling
him.  She had seen a doctor without so much as a peep about it.  Maybe she
wanted to surprise him, but the doctor's slip confirming the pregnancy was
a week old.  If she was going to surprise him, what was she waiting for?

   Dan wanted to talk to her immediately.  He looked at the clock and
sighed.  She tutored Calvin from 8 p.m.  to 9:30 p.m., and it was now 10
p.m.  Likely she was talking to Calvin's mother again.  They often had long
conversations after the tutoring session ended, about the strangest things.
Once they had talked about soccer, of all things.  Soo-bin neither knew nor
watched soccer.

   "Charge her for the extra time you spend talking after Calvin's lesson,"
Dan had joked, once.

   "She just wants a woman to talk to," Soo-bin had replied.  "She's in a
house with two men."

   "A man and a boy," Dan noted.

   "Yes, right," Soo-bin had said.

   Dan scanned the doctor's slip.  There was something he missed: in the
bottom corner was the estimated day of conception: Oct.  27.  He thought
back to October.  He couldn't recall what he had been doing at the end of
October, but then he remembered that he hadn't yet thrown out last year's
calendar.

   He found it in the study.  It was under a pile of papers, and he opened
it and paged to October.  He looked at Oct.  27 and a lead weight fell in
his stomach.  It had been a Saturday.  He had been at a conference.  Dan's
fingers felt numb and he set down the calendar and sat heavily in a chair.
He could feel his heart pounding in his ears.

   A voice came to him: Think.  Surely it wasn't true, he thought.  His
arms were shaking as he imagined his wife entangled with another man,
naked, thrusting against each other until, my God, she let him cum while he
was bare in her pussy.  Until they had explicitly tried to get pregnant she
had never let Dan cum like that.  Surely there was a mistake.

   "Wait," he said, leaping out of his chair.  "WAIT." He went to the
bookshelf.  He had read something.  He found a book they had bought a year
ago, when they first started trying to conceive.  The page was marked.  He
read through the page eagerly, and as he did he felt sweet relief flood
into him.  Sometimes, the book said, conception didn't occur immediately.
His sperm, according to the book, could have resided in Soo-bin's pussy
days before it reached the egg.

   He thought back to the October conference.  He was pretty sure he had
left on a Friday, the day before the conception.  He remembered it had been
a rush.  The night before he had come home late from work, packed in a
hurry, and left early.  So they had not done it on that Thursday night.

   He picked up the calendar again.  He looked at the week prior to Oct. 
27.  A week before that there was something written on the calendar:
Dancers.  Then he remembered, and a great weight lifted from his shoulders,
and he laughed aloud.

   On Oct.  20 they had gone to see a ballet.  Afterward they had come home
and Soo-bin had demonstrated some of her old dancing moves she had learned
as a girl, when she was a ballet dancer.  Dan had been so turned on that
they had done it.  Because they had been trying to get pregnant, she had
let him come inside her.  That was seven days before the conception.

   Seven days.  The worry crept back.  Could sperm really survive seven
days?  He went to the internet.  As he did the shakes began to overtake him
again.  Most sources were saying sperm could survive five days inside a
woman.  Only a couple, and they were unreliable - some person speaking off
the cuff - said up to seven days.

   So it was possible.  But if his sperm were so strong that they could
live seven days, why had they had such a hard time getting pregnant?

   He began pacing through the house.  He needed answers.  Surely there was
an easy explanation.  But where was she?  He looked at the clock.  It was
now 10:15.  These talks with Gloria were getting ridiculous.

   Dan stopped and put his hand on the stair railing.  Soo-bin had looked
nice tonight when she went out.  She had worn a shape-fitting sweater and a
skirt with black leggings underneath.  It had been downright sexy, now that
he thought about it.  And she had barely kissed him as she had gone out,
and he got a whiff of her perfume.  She had seemed distracted.  She often
did when she went tutoring Calvin, actually.  Tonight she had gone without
shutting the garage door, forgetting all about her usual worry that mice
could get in.

   Dan picked up his phone.  He dialed her number.  She didn't pick up. 
Dan searched until he found Albert's number.  It was possible, he thought,
as he hit the dial button, that instead of tutoring Calvin every week, she
was running off with somebody.

   Albert's phone rang but he didn't pick it up.  Dan cursed and hung up.
He had to do something.  He called Soo-bin again, and when she didn't
answer he went to the car.  As he started the engine he paused.  Where the
fuck would he go?  He knew where.  He pulled the car in reverse.  Gary. 
That fuckwad.  Of course.  It all made sense.  The promotion.  The way he
practically loved Dan at work.  Dan remembered that Christmas party where
he had talked to Soo-bin for a good 45 minutes, the two of them laughing
together like a couple of horny teenagers at a bonfire.

   Dan's car roared through the streets.  As he turned down Gary's street
he was 95 percent sure that he would see Soo-bin's car parked at his house.
But it wasn't.  Dan slowed as he passed.  The drapes were open and the
lights were on in the house.  He saw Gary at the piano.  His wife was there
behind him, listening, her hand on his shoulder.  Dan cursed and
accelerated away.  It would have been so convenient if Gary was the
culprit.

   He had no choice but to head back home.  If it wasn't Gary, he thought,
it could be anybody.  Or nobody.  And, actually, that was more likely.  Dan
became sure that it was all a big misunderstanding, and he was just chasing
another shadow in his paranoia.  When he got home, he would find Soo-bin
there, and all this would be cleared up.  As he steered the car through the
dark subdivision, his phone rang.  He hoped it was Soo-bin, but it was
Albert.

   "Hey buddy," Albert said.  Dan could hear voices in the background.  "I
guess I missed your call."

   "Sorry to bother you, Al," he said.  "It sounds like you're out
somewhere."

   "No, that's okay, Dan," Albert replied.  "It's a drag here anyway.  How
can I help you?"

   "Well, it's just that I was looking for my wife," Dan said, with a
laugh. "If you were home I was going to ask you to ask her and Gloria to
stop talking long enough for Soo-bin to actually come home!"

   "No can do, Dan," Albert said.  "In fact, I can't even blame my wife for
that one.  She's here with me at the gathering."

   "Wh-what?" Dan said.

   "Yeah, we were going to be going home in a little while."

   "So you didn't see Soo-bin tonight?"

   "Nope," Albert said.  "We canceled the lesson tonight.  Calvin had a
late game."

   "Okay," Dan said, composing himself.  "Well, there must have been some
misunderstanding by me, she must be tutoring someone else."

   "No problem," Albert said.  "See you Monday."

   Dan hung up.  He stopped at a stop sign and idled there.  He was sure
she said she was going to tutor Calvin.  Or was he?  He scrolled through
the contacts on his phone.  He had numbers for all of her students, because
for a while he and Soo-bin had used the same phone.

   He tried calling Soo-bin again.  No answer.  It was getting late.  10:45
p.m.  But he needed an answer, and so he began to call her students.  One
by one he worked down the list.  There were a dozen names.  Some were
awake. Some obviously weren't.  One by one he asked if Soo-bin tutored them
tonight.  One by one they said no.

   By 11 p.m, he had made his way through the list.  Nobody had a lesson
with her tonight.  He felt hollow inside, but soon it filled with anger. 
She was fucking around.  She had to be.  Dan tried to think of scenarios
where she would dress up nice, lie about her whereabouts, keep her
pregnancy secret, and NOT be having an affair.  He took a breath.  It was
possible.  But he needed to talk to her.  She was not answering her phone.

   Dan's car rolled slowly through the streets.  He was in a haze.  He
didn't know where he would go.  He crept out of the subdivision, turned
left.  He found himself going toward Albert's place.  Maybe, he thought,
Albert was mistaken.  That was possible.  He was an absent-minded guy.  He
could be totally wrong.

   Dan drove to the apartment complex.  He wound the car through the
parking lot past the various buildings until finally he came upon Albert's
building.  He had been there before.  And then he saw it: Soo-bin's car. 
Relief poured into Dan's body.  He pulled into a parking slot a few spaces
away, smiling to himself.  He didn't want her to catch him checking up on
her.  He got out of the car.  He walked over to the car and looked in, to
verify it really was her.  He recognized the inside.  And there was her
phone, sitting on the seat.  That's why she hadn't heard it.

   He glanced at his watch.  It was 11:10.

   Hell of a long lesson, came the voice in his head.  Dan froze.

   No.  Surely not.  He looked toward the apartment.  He saw on a single
light.  He shook his head.  Impossible.  He walked back to his car. 
Stopped.  Looked again at the light.

   Not Calvin.  He was just a teenager, Dan thought.  And Soo-bin wasn't
that way.  She wasn't a pervert.

   His mind went back.  How she had said how handsome Albert's boy was
getting, how smart he was, how the girls were going to be all over him if
they weren't already.  On and on about how great Calvin was.  And then all
those phone calls.  Those distracted rushes out the door so she wasn't late
to his precious lesson.

   Dan's feet led him toward the apartment.  He paused at the door, then
turned right and walked down to the window.  Above him was the fluorescent
hum of the parking lot light, and in the distance he heard the rush of
traffic on the interstate.  But as he got near the window he heard
something else: Creak creak creak creak.

   Dan put his hand on the wall as he looked in the window.  The blind was
drawn, but on the blind one of the slats was hung up on the one above it,
giving Dan about a half inch to look through.  Dan glanced over his
shoulder, saw no one, and peered through the window.

   At first he saw nothing.  There were voices.  Moans.  He angled himself.
Right below the window he saw Calvin first.  He hadn't a stitch of clothing
on him.

   Calvin was on his bed, his long black body flopping up and down like a
seal.  Only he wasn't flopping on the bed.  There was someone under him,
tangled in the blankets.  A woman.  Her knees were on either side of his
ass, which was flexing and unflexing as he fucked...  whoever it was.

   Her hands were all over him.  With deepening dread he saw a ring on her
finger.  She was married.  The female in Calvin's bed cried out in passion.
Her black hair splayed across the pillow.  Dan was biting his hand before
Calvin moved his head, revealing the woman's face.  He saw for certain that
it was Soo-bin.

   At first he didn't even notice the car pull up behind him.

   CALVIN

   God, it was a good fuck.  Looking back, he'd say it was the best.  Too
bad it had to be the last one.  But he did cum in Ms.  Lee one more time,
which, looking back, was something to be happy about.  Because after their
liaisons were discovered Calvin's life was filled with very boring adults
who were suddenly calling him a victim.  Calvin got a good laugh out of
that one, and so did his friends, who considered him the luckiest guy
alive.

   That is, until he saw Ms.  Lee being sentenced by the court.  That was
not cool.

   The night when everything ended had started normally - at least normally
in the sense that a night with Ms.  Lee was ever normal anymore.  Even the
nights when his parents were home were so sexually charged that he couldn't
even stand up anymore to say goodbye when she left.  His erection felt like
it would fill the damn room.

   It usually happened like this: They'd be there all alone in the study
and she would start massaging his leg with her toe and by the time she was
finished her hand would be in his pants, all the while delivering his
lesson.

   He tried to return the favor, but she told him no.  She told him to to
return the favor later.  When his parents were home she needed to "keep her
wits," she'd say, in case they came in.

   And he would return the favor later.  Whenever his parents were going
out at night and he had the urge - which was pretty much all the time - he
would send a text to Ms.  Lee.  Sometimes she couldn't do it, but often
enough she would show up, dressed pretty, and before long they'd be in the
sack and he'd be on top of her.  She loved it with him on top.  The sounds
that little Asian minx made as he fucked her rung in his ears all night.

   He was supposedly just another horny teenager who would take what he
could get, and it was supposedly no fault of his own that they ended up
fucking.  To the boring adults, it was as if he was the victim of a robbery
and Ms.  Lee was the one who stuck a gun in his face.  But the truth was
that what happened with Ms.  Lee was the result of mutual attraction.  He
was as guilty as she was.  He wasn't just some mindless fucking machine. 
In fact it might never have ever started without his initiative.

   Look, Calvin had had the opportunity to get laid before Ms.  Lee.  And
many opportunities were presented by women 10, 15, 20, 25 years older than
him.  If white and Asian guys knew how many grown-up white and Asian women
hit on young black men when they had the chance, black dudes would be
banned from at least three continents.  Everybody saw young black men as
fucking machines.  Even 18-year-old black guys were looked upon as fucking
machines.  Whites and Asians couldn't tell how old black guys were, and
they didn't care.  Calvin could have been getting laid all the time.

   But he wasn't.  He was almost a virgin.  The only female he'd been with
before Ms.  Lee was Tanaisha, who was a high school senior who lived a few
doors down before their family moved.  She was cute and everything but she
didn't turn on the heat like Ms.  Lee did.  Calvin did Tanaisha three or
four times before it just fizzled out.  The one thing he took from that
relationship was the audacity to hit on a woman and to take opportunity of
the moments when your parents weren't home.  It was essential stuff for any
teenager who wants to get his noodle wet.

   When he first met Ms.  Lee he was 16 and didn't give a shit about women.
At some point his mom took a picture of the two of them and it was laying
around the house for a long time.  It even somehow made its way to Korea,
and it was during that year in Korea that suddenly Calvin started looking
at that photo a lot.  He was surrounded by Korean chicks his age - and more
than a few of them were curious about what he'd be like in bed - but his
mind was all the way back home, on Ms.  Lee.

   So when he saw her again for the first time in more than a year, Calvin
didn't know what it was that made him do it, but he didn't wear underwear
beneath his shorts.  Some part of him wanted to have easy access in case
things happened with her.  He didn't expect anything to really happen, but
they did.  Oh, they did.  He had seen lustful curiosity in the eyes of
women before and it was on full display in the eyes of Ms.  Lee that night
when she jerked him off for the first time.

   And Lord, what a night that was when they fucked for the first time. 
Ms. Lee drove him wild.  Even her voice was soft and sexy, and it had also
something to do with her fair, sunlight skin, those angled, dark eyes, and
that jet black hair falling straight around her shoulders.  Her arms were
slim, and her legs thin but firm.  As things progressed, Calvin learned
that she had a flat belly with a cute little belly button, and a beautiful
hourglass shape figure boosted by a dynamite little ass.  Her feet were
small, with a cute little set of toes.

   She had these perfect little breasts, big enough to be a mouthful but
not busting out all over like Tanaisha was.  Some guys liked giant boobs
but Calvin preferred them on the smaller side.  It felt less sloppy.  And
in the center of Ms.  Lee's perfect, soft breasts were these two perfectly
round, deep brown nipples that swelled up when he took them in his mouth.
And as for her pussy, well, it was beyond words.  It had heat.  It was
soaking wet but somehow it clung to his cock.  It had a life of its own.

   In all ways, Ms.  Lee was smoking hot.  Calvin ached for her in ways
only a teenage boy can possible understand.  He imagined fucking her at all
times.  In his mind they did it everywhere.  So you can imagine how it felt
when he really did fuck her.  The experience settled into his mind and it
would not dissipate.  He would daydream about it everywhere.  Calvin could
not imagine why her loser husband would let a piece of smoking meat like
that out of the house.  But Calvin was glad he did.

   And so that first night they were together, he had forced himself to be
calm.  He knew where things might go, so he jerked off before she arrived
so he wouldn't cum the moment she pulled down her panties.  In fact he
regularly jerked off before she arrived.  Finally, sometime in October,
however, he stopped jerking off before she arrived.  He had learned to
control the pace.

   And that had opened up a whole new experience.  The first orgasm was
like none other.  She sensed his renewed urge, and for about the last 10
days of October it seemed Ms.  Lee could simply not get enough of him.  One
night when his parents were home she took him to a hotel and fucked him
there.  Once she took him to her house and fucked him in the guest room,
when her husband was asleep upstairs.  It was unreal.

   But then after that October fuck-fest there had been a lull.  For weeks
nothing happened.  She still continued to tutor him but for reasons he
couldn't understand she stopped the physical contact.  She wasn't even
jerking him off, and whenever he texted her, her answer was always, "I'm
sorry, not now." Finally, in early January, she texted him to ask when he
might be alone.  He told her that his parents were going out later that
week to a dinner function.

   When Ms.  Lee had arrived that night -- the night that ended it all --
he knew right away that there was something different about her.  There was
just this glow.  She radiated something.  Her smile seemed warmer and her
features even more feminine.  He could not place his finger on it but
Calvin began sprouting an erection the moment he answered the door.  He had
meant to give her a little bit of the guilt treatment for being so distant
lately, but immediately his hormones said to hell with it.  He began to
angle to get her in bed, again.

   But instead of beginning immediately, as they usually did, with deep
kisses and groping hands, she asked him to sit with her at the kitchen
table.

   He did, and she sat across from him she took his hands in hers.  From
the way things had gone he wondered for a moment if she was here to break
it off with him.  Then Ms.  Lee told him that he was going to be a daddy.

   At first he thought she was joking but her eyes told him otherwise.  She
had talked about this before but it was always in a hormonally charged
moment - that is, when his cock was fully inside her tight little pussy, on
the verge of coming - and he didn't give it much thought.

   "H-how?" He asked.  She tilted her head and looked at him quizzically.

   "You don't know?"

   Calvin shrugged.  Ms.  Lee blanched a little bit.  "My goodness, you
don't know," she said.

   "I mean, I know it has to do with the sex," Calvin said, "but why now?
Why not a long time ago?"

   She squeezed his hand.  "It doesn't always happen right away, sweetie,"
she said.  "Have you ever heard of ovulation?"

   "I don't know," he admitted.  It sounded familiar.  It was likely some
boring detail of sex ed class that wasn't nearly as important as the other
parts, i.e.  how the penis gets inside the pussy.

   Ms.  Lee began to explain.

   "Women can't get pregnant all the time," she said.  "Certain times of
the month, they can't no matter how much they do it.  But certain times
they can.  I have eggs in my ovaries.  Once a month one of them is released
and it drops down a little tube to where the sperm can reach it."

   Calvin listened raptly.  It was basically a repeat of a lesson he'd
slept through in sex ed, but it sounded a lot different coming from the
woman he'd just impregnated.  He was experiencing an odd mix of nervousness
along with a shot of pure sexual hormones like he'd never felt before.

   "My egg is only able to be fertilized for a small window of time," Ms.
Lee said.  "And for that to happen your sperm need to swim to it, because
it's not easy to reach.  That's what happens when you cum inside me, when
your penis shoots all that white stuff into my vagina, Calvin.  That's the
first step toward impregnating me.  Your body isn't just doing all that to
have a good time.  It's evolutionary behavior."

   "They swim there?" Calvin said.  He actually remembered that part of sex
ed but he was getting turned on hearing Ms.  Lee describe it.

   "Yes, the sperm have little tails, they swim," Ms.  Lee said.  Calvin
thought she looked a little more flush.

   "How far?"

   "It depends," she said, with a smile.  "It depends how, um, big the
penis is, how hard that first ejaculation is into the vagina." She squeezed
his hand.  "I don't think that was the issue with you.  I think it was more
a matter of time.  Back in October you came in my vagina at just the right
time."

   Calvin thought back.  He remembered not long before Halloween they'd had
some dynamite sex.  One time, in addition to the others, Ms.  Lee had
called him out of the blue, and when she heard that Calvin's parents were
staying in that weekend, she picked him up from the YMCA.  They'd done it
in her car.  The back seat.  That was wild.

   Calvin looked at Ms.  Lee.  She nodded.  She seemed to be reading his
thoughts.  "That time," she said.  "In my car.  It's the only time it could
be.  Actually I have to confess something.  I had visited a fertility
doctor and I knew I was ovulating.  That's why I was so insistent that we
get together.  I wanted you to cum inside me then."

   He smiled but immediately Calvin filled with worry.  First and foremost
on his mind was the fact that his parents were going to find out what he
had been doing, and he was going to be in huge trouble.

   "M-maybe it's your husband's," he said.

   But Ms.  Lee sensed the source his worry and smiled, and squeezed his
hands, and she did it in such a warm way that he immediately felt the
tension in his chest start to loosen, even as she shook her head and
informed in that there was no way it was her husband's.

   "Min-ho," she said, using her sexy name for him, "the dates don't match
up.  It's yours.  But there's no need to worry.  Nobody will find out it's
yours."

   He blinked.  "Why not?"

   "Silly, because I will tell them it's my husband's," she said.

   Calvin mulled it over.  "But won't the baby look like me?"

   "You have enough white in you, and my husband has enough dark
complexion, that nobody will suspect," Ms.  Lee said.

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   Calvin allowed himself a smile.  A baby with no responsibility.  He felt
a sudden, enormous surge in his pants.  Something about this revelation
tugged deeply within him, something to do with primal tendencies that
evolved over thousands of years.  Something that went way back.  Something
that ranked the same as hunting, pillaging, and the spoils of war.  Taking
the enemy's women.  The spreading of your seed.

   He was short of breath when he looked up at Ms.  Lee.  She was watching
him, flushed, like she did when she got horny, only more intently than
usual.  If her usual hormones were a 10 when they had sex, on a scale of 1
to 10, now it was about a 15.

   "So," she said, nodding toward the bedrooms, "do you want to celebrate
with me?  The doctor says not to worry," she said, with an alluring look.

   "Oh, Ms.  Lee," he said, rising.  His cock banged against the edge of
the table but he didn't notice.  He was suddenly more turned on than he had
ever been.  She giggled happily and sprung to her feet, leading him back to
his room.  They undressed as they moved.  It would be at least an hour
until his parents were home.  That was more than enough.  Hell, they could
fuck three times in an hour.  They had done it once during a 10-minute
window when his dad went to get gas.  An hour was an eternity.

   They were in his room, kissing.  He caressed her body, expertly now,
pressing his fingers and palm firmly against the smooth curves of her hips,
feeling her belly, that belly where their baby would grow, kissing the
underside of her neck.  Her hands were on him, too, feeling his chest, his
belly, searching his pants, gripping him, holding him, pulling his cock
until it swelled.

   They were naked.  He hoisted her up in his arms and she threw her arms
around his neck and her legs around his waist.  His penis poked and prodded
her between her legs and she tightened her knees around him, settling down
on the tip of his cock.  But they were too excited, he couldn't hold it
steady enough.  He went down with her on the bed, eschewing the usual
precautions they took.  He didn't bother closing the door, checking the
blinds, or even turning off the light.

   Ms.  Lee didn't seem to remember, either.  She was kissing him deep as
he laid her on her back, her legs still hooked around him, and he settled
on top of her.  She was moaning his name - Min-ho, Min-hoooo - and he was
holding her bare shoulders, holding her ass with the other hand, pulling
and pushing, and then there was that moment of heaven, that exquisite
moment when his cock slid into her pussy and she was all around his thick
shaft, all her tightness and wetness and heat, and they began to fuck.

   "Ohhhh Min-ho, baby, yessss," Ms.  Lee moaned out loud.  "Ohhhhhh fuck
yessss, baby, God, it's been so long, I just wanted to be careful, ohhhhhhh
Min-ho-ee, I can tell you want it so bad..."

   And he did.  He exerted a few strong, steady thrusts to establish his
cock's position inside her, and then he began to speed up, their hips
slapping together, his balls bumping up against her ass cheeks.  Her pussy
seemed hotter, somehow.  Wetter.  Her breasts seemed a little more perky as
they rubbed against his chest.  It was driving him wild.  He looked down at
himself, as his shaft throbbing in and out of her pussy, at her milky
thighs spread wide for him, spread so he could get between them, at the
center of her.

   "Ms.  Lee, Ms.  Leeee...." He was moaning.  He was a fucking machine.

   "Min-ho!" She squealed, like she never had before.  Her face was
contorted in sexual ecstasy.  He grasped her wrists in his big hands and
lifted her arms above her head, then bent them behind and under the pillow,
exposing her armpits and her breasts completely.  He kissed her mouth as
she moaned, forcing his tongue between her lips, before nuzzling her
breasts, then sucking on the sweetness of her exposed armpits.  And then
Ms. Lee was having an orgasm; it came faster than he thought but he could
tell by the way her pussy clenched and shivered all up and down his cock,
how she threw her hips into him.

   He could hold it no longer.  He moaned long and hard as he came, and he
felt his cock twitch like it never had.  It literally jumped inside her. 
So much semen spewed out of the tip that he gritted his teeth in pain.  But
then his cock kept pumping, pumping, ejaculating long hot bursts of sperm
into Ms.  Lee's pregnant pussy.  He arched his back and called her name,
loud.

   The door.  Someone was at the door.  Not the outside door.  His bedroom
door.  He opened his eyes.  White hot panic shot through him and he leaped
off Ms.  Lee, mid-spurt.

   "Calvin!" Ms.  Lee protested, but then she saw, too.  Calvin's mother
was at the door.

   GLORIA

   She knew she should have never let that minx into her home.

   There was something about Ms.  Lee that always bothered Gloria.  Black
folks, they always paid more attention to their instincts than most. 
That's what Gloria's mother always used to tell her.  So when your instinct
talks, you listen.  And Gloria made the mistake of not listening close
enough.

   Much of her whole life as a parent had been devoted to keeping Calvin
out of trouble.  Young black males, they didn't have to look far for
trouble.  Even when they did nothing wrong they could get into trouble, and
when Gloria would look back on events she would conclude that Calvin had
done nothing wrong.  He had done the same as any other normal teenage boy
would have done if a minx like Ms.  Lee had thrown herself at him.

   In her own defense, whatever it was that bothered her about Ms.  Lee was
almost undetectable.  It lurked beneath a few layers of subconsciousness,
and the first time she even felt it, she misidentified it.  That happened
soon after they returned from Korea and they resumed Calvin's lessons with
Ms.  Lee.  Gloria had a dream.

   In it, she was asleep on her bed when she was woken by a certain
movement in the mattress.  She opened her eyes, orienting herself, staring
into the dark, when she heard her husband Albert moan deeply behind her. 
She thought he was dreaming but then she heard another moan, this one
feminine.  Gloria whirled around to see Albert on top of Ms.  Lee, her legs
spread.  Albert was taking full advantage, surging and rocking on her, his
penis sliding in and out, wet with Ms.  Lee's fluid.

   "Hi Gloria!" Ms.  Lee said, in the same voice she used whenever she
arrived for Calvin's lesson.  "I'm just giving Albert a little lesson in
what Korean pussy feels like.  I think he is impressed!"

   Albert moaned and moaned in assent.  Gloria was filled with rage and
began beating on his back, to no avail.  Ms.  Lee just laughed and laughed
from beneath her husband's body.  "Hold on, Gloria, we're almost finished,"
she sang, "almost....  Almooosssst..." And then Gloria was awake, and
Albert was holding his wrists.

   "Stop hitting me!" He was saying.  They managed to laugh about it, and
Gloria didn't hit him anymore.  But she did have that dream again.  Several
times.

   Gloria never did tell Albert what the dream was about.  She
misinterpreted it.  She thought something was trying to tell her that
Albert wanted to boff Ms.  Lee, unlikely as it seemed.  She knew that
Albert had a thing for Ms.  Lee, but she had never detected any reciprocal
feelings from Ms.  Lee, not even in the slightest way.  Still, she watched
closely.  She even hired a private investigator.  She was not proud of that
fact but she needed an answer.

   "I can't tell you for sure about anything," the investigator told her a
few weeks later, in the mid-fall, "but I can tell you that none of the
usual signs of an affair are there.  And I looked at it pretty closely."

   Well, Gloria thought as she wrote the check for that deal, I suppose
peace of mind is worth $2,500.

   It left her wondering where that awful dream was coming from, however.
There was something sexual about Ms.  Lee whenever she came through that
door.  Now, Gloria was not stupid, and to tell you the truth, and it was
something she would always kick herself for because she never followed the
notion, but the possibility that Ms.  Lee was taking advantage of Calvin
did cross her mind.  But she was so thoroughly burned by Albert's
investigation that she worried she was just being paranoid.  And she didn't
want to go down that spiral.  You can be suspicious of everything if you
think about it too much.  And she didn't want to put her boy under
suspicion.

   Her mother's intuition, she'd say later, got trumped by her motherly
affection.

   It was a Saturday when the lid was blown off.  She and Albert were
attending a Martin Luther King Day event.  They asked Calvin if he wanted
to come along, but he said he had to study for a test.  So they left him
alone, and Gloria felt nothing wrong as they departed.  A couple hours
later, however, she saw Albert talking on his phone.  She leaned into him
when he came back to the table and asked him who called.

   "Dan," Albert said, frowning.  "He was looking for his wife.  He thought
she was tutoring Calvin tonight."

   "Not tonight, she just tutored him a few days ago," Gloria said.  They
puzzled over that for a while.  And she could not explain it, but as the
evening passed anxiety kept building in Gloria's chest.  She had to check
on Calvin.  When Albert balked, she insisted.

   "I want to go home," she said, firmly, and Albert, not wanting to cause
a scene, agreed.

   "What is this about?" Albert asked as they drove home.  But Gloria
wouldn't answer.  She wanted to see Calvin first.  Then she would make up a
reason for her odd behavior.

   Her eyes swept the parking lot as they pulled into the apartment
complex. She saw a car sitting there that looked familiar.  Gloria couldn't
tell for sure, but if someone had told her it was Ms.  Lee's car sitting
there, she would not have argued.  As Albert parked, she got out of the
car.

   "Dan???" She heard Albert say, and oddly enough, she saw Dan standing
there.  "What are you doing here?" Albert said.

   "I, um, well, looking for my wife..." Dan said.  He sounded extremely
distracted.

   "You look whiter than usual," Albert cracked, but Dan could not manage a
smile.

   It all struck Gloria as very strange and she went to the door.  She
unlocked it and entered.  The first thing she noticed was the dark. 
Everything was dark.  The study light was not on.  Then she saw Ms.  Lee's
shoes and bag, sitting in the corner.

   "Calvin?" Gloria said.  "Ms.  Lee?" There was no answer.

   Then she saw the light under Calvin's door.  So they were in there, she
thought.  But then: Why would they be in there, when the study is set up
for them?  With growing alarm Gloria turned on the hall light and went back
to Calvin's door.  Out of some silly gesture toward respecting privacy she
didn't just barge into her son's bedroom; first she put her ear to the
frame.  She heard a mix of moans and a steady creak-creak-creak coming from
near the wall, where Calvin's bed was.

   She heard Ms.  Lee's voice: "Calvin, God, honey, it's so harrrrd, soooo
big, baby, God, go for it, you fucking stud, you're gonna make me cum...

   Gloria paused before opening the door.  She didn't want to deal with
this.  Maybe she would be intruding.  Maybe Calvin is ready for this, maybe
she's overreacting...

   Then her mother's voice, in her head: Get offa yo' ass, child, that minx
is ruttin' wit yer BOY!

   Gloria opened the door.  She hoped that this was all a big mistake, and
that Calvin would be sitting there watching porn or something.  Anything
but what she feared.  But as the door opened before her, there was Calvin,
naked, laying between Ms.  Lee's legs.  She was naked too, and Calvin's
little butt was going bounce-bounce-bounce.  She could see his penis going
in and out of her.  He was moaning hard.

   And Ms.  Lee seemed to be having quite the time, too.  Her feet were
hooked around his hamstrings, her breasts swirling around, with her eyes
squeezed shut in ecstasy.  Her lips formed an `o' and she was saying,
"OooooOooooo..." And what female wouldn't be having the time of her life
right now?  Gloria thought.  And it was during that crazy instant that
something came up from deep, deep in Gloria's subconsciousness and she
considered watching this play out to the end.

   But Calvin saw her.  And when he did he leaped up faster than she ever
saw him.  He leaped to his feet and his penis popped out of Ms.  Lee like a
cork and hung there, drenched, and Gloria could see that he had been in the
middle of an orgasm when she had come in.

   "Calvin!" Ms.  Lee protested.  "Dammit, get back--"

   Then Ms.  Lee saw Gloria and all hell broke loose.  That minx was on her
feet like a flash, grabbing a robe, running for the door, like a rat
exposed in a slum fire.  Then, through her own yelling, Gloria became aware
of Albert and Dan.  Albert was calling for calm, of course, he probably
wanted to catch a glimpse.  And Dan, that weakling who couldn't even keep
his own wife from fucking a teenager, was strangely silent.  And Calvin
just stood there, shocked.  Only his penis seemed to think nothing was
wrong, standing there rock hard at attention, as if waiting for the fun to
resume.

   Gloria howled at Ms.  Lee and tried to grab her.  But the minx was too
fast, too crafty.  And then, of all people, Calvin was holding Gloria's
arm.

   "Don't hit her!" He was saying.  "Don't you dare hit her, Mom!  She's
pregnant!"

   And then Ms.  Lee was gone.

   ALBERT

   He couldn't say he was surprised.  It's not that Albert had suspected
anything was going on between Calvin and Dan's wife.  It's just that Albert
remembered being a teenage boy, being full of bravado and roaring
testosterone, and he might have made a move on Ms.  Lee, too, if he was in
Calvin's shoes.  And, by the looks of things when Albert followed Gloria
into the room that night, Calvin had made his move.  And Ms.  Lee had
responded, indeed.

   It was hard for Albert to muster the same outrage that came bellowing
out of his wife.  In fact, he felt a little proud of his boy.  Ms.  Lee was
quite a dish.  And married, too.  And when Calvin cried out that she was
pregnant....  my God.  Not that he would ever admit it, but as Gloria
howled and Dan looked like a deer in the headlights, Albert's joint had
done a big ol' twitch when he realized what was going on.

   After Ms.  Lee's car went screeching out of the parking lot, leaving a
trail of clothes, all of them stood there, silently gathering themselves.
Calvin slowly and discretely put his clothes back on.  Gloria sat down with
her face in her hands.  Dan stood there, looking thunderstruck, staring at
the spot on the road where his wife had departed.

   Before he went to console his wife, Albert put a hand on Dan's shoulder.
"Go," he said, trying to stifle a smile.  What he really wanted to say was,
"Haawwww, my boy just fucked your wife," but instead he said, "Go be with
her, Dan.  Go fix things.  It happens."

   The next few days around the house were terse.  They didn't talk at all
about what happened for a day or two.  Calvin behaved admirably, doing
everything he was asked to do, plus some.  Gloria did not speak.  Albert
tried to carry on like nothing happened.  Then, over dinner three days
later, Gloria exploded.  First she berated Calvin.  Then she threatened
that she was going to call the police.

   "Now hold on a minute," Albert kept saying.  "Do we really need to do
that?"

   He almost pointed out that in ancient cultures this would be perfectly
okay.  But he knew Gloria was in no such mood to humor such reflections. 
So Dan merely said it would get too messy.  "Think about it," Albert said.
"What if Dan's wife says it was rape?"

   "What we SAW wasn't rape!" Gloria screamed.  "That minx was lovin' every
inch of Calvin!"

   "You'll be surprised with what lawyers can do with just a few choice
words," Albert replied.  "It doesn't matter what we saw.  All that matters
is how it's described in the courtroom."

   "So we're just supposed to let this go?"

   "Do you know the odds of Calvin winning a he said/she said scenario in
the minds of a jury?" Albert replied.  "A hormonal black teenager versus a
little tiny Korean tutor.  Gloria, think, honey.  Don't risk it.  Let it
go."

   What Albert did next he was not proud of.  At least not years later. 
But a couple days later, after Calvin had gone to sleep, he crept into his
room and got his son's phone.  He scrolled through the contacts and then
the call history.  Most had names attached but there was one that didn't.
It came up again and again, stretching back for months.  It had to be her,
he thought.

   And the next day he called her, using Calvin's phone.

   "Calvin!" She gushed, as she picked up the phone.  "I'm not sure we
should--"

   "It's Albert," he said, and Ms.  Lee fell into a deathly silence.  "And
if you want me to stop Gloria from calling the police, meet me at the
baseball field at 10 p.m."

   "I can't just--" she was saying, but Albert simply hung up.

   That night, at 10 p.m., Albert parked his car in the darkened lot.  It
was a remote lot between his apartment and Ms.  Lee's house.  He knew that
she knew which one he meant.  And at 10 p.m.  sharp he saw a pair of
headlights slowly enter the parking lot.  He flashed his headlights once
and the car came over.  It was Ms.  Lee.  She parked next to his car and
looked through the glass at him.  He waved her over.  She turned off her
car and got out.  She walked slowly to the driver's window and he rolled it
down.

   "Hello, Ms.  Lee!" He said, cheerfully.

   "What do you want?" She said, flatly.  He could see in her eyes that she
knew.  He gestured to the passenger seat.

   "Get in and let's talk about it," he said.

   Warily she circled around the front and climbed into the SUV.  "Care for
something to drink?" Albert said.  He had a bottle of wine.  She shook her
head.  "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you are in no condition to consume
alcohol," he said, with a chuckle.  "My boy got you in trouble."

   "It wasn't easy getting out of the house," Ms.  Lee said.  "I don't have
a lot of time."

   "You'll take as long as I need," Albert replied.

   "Need for what?" She said, quietly.

   "What do you think?" Albert said.  "I want you to convince me not to
call the cops."

   "And how can I do that?"

   Albert smiled and had a sip of wine.  "Well, you can convince me that
it's much better to have you out of jail." With that, he set down his glass
and unzipped his pants.  He gave her a little nod.  "I think you'll like
it, Ms.  Lee," Albert said.  "You know what Calvin is like.  And the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree."

   He reached down and pulled his cock out from within his briefs.  It
filled his hand held his cock and stroked it, waiting for her response.  He
became stiffer and stiffer.  He'd seen Calvin the other night.  He wasn't
far off from that.  Not at all.  If it was black cock that Ms.  Lee wanted,
Albert could give her the full experience.

   Slowly, tears in her eyes, Ms.  Lee lowered down across the seat. 
Albert smiled because he knew those tears were temporary.  He stroked her
hair as she brought her mouth onto his cock.  She kissed the tip tenderly,
reluctantly, and then he pushed on her head gently, and her lips parted,
and then he was in her mouth.  He rubbed and rubbed her hair as she sucked
and bobbed, slurping.

   "Awww you give great head," Albert moaned.  "My God, Calvin had an eye
for talent, didn't he.  Ohhhh Ms.  Lee..."

   She moved her head faster and faster, but he tapped her shoulder.  "No,"
he said.  "Sit on it."

   "I can't--"

   "You can," Albert said, moving the seat back.  "I know it's safe for the
baby."

   "Please--"

   "Don't be like that."

   She blinked at him.  Lord, she was a good looking woman.  How he wished
she had responded to all the signals he'd been giving her the past couple
of years, but she had her attention focused elsewhere.  Either that or
Calvin just presented himself as an easier lay.  Whatever the reason, here
they were.

   "It's your only way out of this," he said.

   She nodded and began unzipping her pants.

   Slowly Ms.  Lee wriggled out of her jeans and panties, and in the dim
light of the dashboard he could see a little patch of fur between her legs.
He was stroking himself.  She hoisted up her shirt and crawled over the
console to his lap.

   "Mmmm," he moaned as she straddled his midsection, between him and the
steering wheel.  He angled his cock as she lifted her shirt and looked
down, and they looked together as that little patch of fur descended upon
his wet penis.  There was resistance at first, too much resistance, but she
grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her clit and tried again.  Then she
tried again.  And again.

   "I knew you wanted this, you cat," Albert whispered, with a chuckle. 
Ms. Lee kept her eyes squeezed shut, as if she didn't hear.  And then
Albert felt her pussy give way before him.  Ms.  Lee rocked and rocked, and
then suddenly he was sliding inside her, surrounded by her heat, her
wetness.

   She began to rock.  His stiff cock stirred back and forth inside her,
reaching deep as her vagina walls granted access.  So her head wouldn't
bang on the ceiling she rested her forehead on his shoulder as she fucked
him, and her sweet smell filled his nose.  She let out a soft moan.

   "That's right baby, that's right," Albert moaned softly.  And he
detected a moan rising in her throat.  "You like it, don't you," he said.
"You like it, baby."

   Then, after a few more thrusts of her hips, she nodded.  A few more
thrusts later, something seemed to overcome her, some kind of transition,
and she grinned devilishly and began to rotate her hips a certain way. 
Albert gasped as his cock was jerked around inside her.

   "Ohhh baby, that's good," he moaned.

   "I'm just working the stick," she said.  "Here's first gear," she said,
rolling her hips forward, "and here's second." She pulled them back. 
"Here's third," she said, and moved them sideways slightly, before
thrusting them forward.  "And fourth." She pulled them back.  The same for
fifth and reverse.  Then she started again on first.

   "Ohhh God," Albert moaned.  "Oh my God."

   "How many times can you make it all the way through?" Soo-bin said, and
began working her hips.  Her movements grew in intensity as she worked
through the cycle once more, twice more, three times.  Albert's moans grew
louder as she entered the fourth.  She gasped into his shoulder and grinded
her hips on him through the "gears" ...  first, second, third...  He
gripped her ass hard and kept her planted on him.  Everything was soaking
wet down there.

   She made it through the fourth cycle but before starting again on first
gear she slammed into him, hard.  "I'm cumming," she cried.  "Oh God I'm
cummminggg."

   It was all Albert could take and he began to cum in long, sustained
spurts.  There was nothing like cumming in a woman's pussy, releasing your
hot seed in her hot, wet vagina, all of it coming together in a sloppy,
throbbing mix.

   They were bathed in light.  At first Albert thought it was a mental
overload from the orgasm, but then he saw the flashing red and blue.  They
gasped and Ms.  Lee climbed off him madly, saying something in Korean,
searching for her pants.  The windows of the SUV were steamed and it was
hard to see inside.  But in the eyes of the cop there was no doubt what
they had been doing.

   They had been fucking.  And now they were fucked.

   SOO-BIN

   Soo-bin sat in the hard chair and looked at the trees outside.  It was
spring and everything was blooming.  The birds were flitting about,
building their nests with a zeal something like insanity.  Mating.  She put
her hand down on her swollen belly.  The baby kicked.  She was due in July,
two months from now.  It would be a boy.

   Dan sat next to her, holding her hand.  He was staying with her despite
everything that had happened.  She was surprised when he announced that he
would.  She knew that part of him still hoped that the baby was his own,
and she had to admit there was that possibility.  But it was a long shot.
If he was, somehow his sperm had survived inside her for seven days and
then managed to beat all of Calvin's sperm to the egg a week later when
Calvin made love to her at the exact day of her ovulation.  It was highly
unlikely.

   But she let Dan hold onto that hope.  He deserved it.  In a fit of guilt
she had told him all the details - how she started fucking Calvin, how it
continued for months without his knowing it.  How she had used her tutoring
sessions to cover it up.

   She didn't need to tell him much about how it happened with Albert. 
That was all a matter of public record, and everyone knew.  But what nobody
knew was *why* she had ended up with Albert in the SUV that night.  Well,
Dan knew, as well as Gloria and Calvin.  But the cops didn't know.  Not the
full story, anyway.  They had assumed that it was just something that
developed as a result of her contact with Albert through the tutoring of
his son.

   That is, the cops didn't know the full story until now.

   She squeezed Dan's hand.  "I'm scared," she said.

   "It's okay," he said, reassuringly.  And somehow it made her feel
better. And she knew it made Dan feel better to make her feel better. 
Would it make a difference?  Only time would tell.

   At first it was merely a public indecency charge.  But the newspaper had
picked up on it - it wasn't every day that a professor was caught boning
someone in a parked car at the Little League fields -- and it took on a
life of its own.  The prosecutor's office felt compelled to do something
about it, and pretty soon it had become a cause.

   "The truth is that we will never stop these public acts of nudity and
indecency," said the chief prosecutor, in a press release.  "They are as
old as the automobile itself.  But when they reach the play places of our
children, somebody has to make a stand."

   And thus began the campaign to stop these acts of public indecency
happening in our parks and playgrounds after the sun went down.  People
should keep it in the bedroom.  With their married spouses.  It was a story
that went nationwide, and Soo-bin and Albert became the poster children for
this perverted tendency.

   And Albert had been stupid about it.  Instead of quietly accepting the
charges and doing a few hours of community service and making it all go
away, he decided to fight it.  Soo-bin figured it was because he was afraid
of his wife, and he was trying to keep up the delusion that the cop had
seen wrong, that they were just talking things over that night in the park.


   The cop's testimony notwithstanding - "I saw her mounted on him in the
passenger side, and the vehicle was rocking side to side, there's no doubt
in my mind they were engaged in prurient behavior," he testified, in a
comment that was published on news sites everywhere - it eventually raised
the question of what exactly brought Albert and Soo-bin together that cold
night in January.  A hot young woman meeting up with a middle aged man in a
cold parking lot for a quickie just didn't add up.

   Most investigators would have simply disregarded Albert's lie as a means
to save face, but one detective on the police force was a real bulldog and
sensed something more.  He began to probe what it was that they were
talking about.  Why did Albert's wife believe him when he said it? 
Everyone underwent hours of questioning.  Then it came out that Soo-bin was
pregnant.  They were not convinced by her claim that Dan was the father. 
They found out that she had been spending a lot of time with Calvin.

   And that's when the investigation took a nasty turn from public
indecency to possible rape of a minor.  Because, as Soo-bin would learn,
that first encounter when she had jerked him off at the tutoring session
happened when he was 17.

   Now, in May, at her umpteenth interrogation at the police station.  she
had repeatd the same denial she had made all spring, but she still had no
idea what Calvin, Gloria, and Albert were telling the cops.  She had not
been charged, so obviously Gloria had not passed along the eyewitness
account that could land Soo-bin in the slammer for a long time.

   But why?  Gloria hated her.  In the few times they'd seen each other
since January, Soo-bin could see it in her eyes.  She had corrupted Calvin,
in Gloria's mind.  And maybe she had.  So why wasn't she already in an
orange suit?

   Maybe, she thought, it was because she was carrying Calvin's baby. 
Gloria didn't want to see her first grandchild born in lockup.  It seemed a
plausible explanation.  But it was impossible to verify.

   They jumped as the door opened and the detective walked in.  It was
Detective Bush, the bulldog who had spearheaded the investigation into
whether Soo-bin had sexual intercourse with Calvin.  He stood there looking
at them with a tired expression on his face.

   "Well, you got away with it," he said, finally.  "You're free to go."

   Soo-bin blinked at him.  "Got away with it?"

   "Albert just told everything.  At least his version of everything. 
Enough to convince the prosecutor, anyway," Detective Bush said.  "Albert
might be executed by his wife, but he kept you out of jail."

   "What are you talking about?" Dan said.

   Det.  Bush gave Dan a pitying look.  "He said he's the one who banged
your wife all last fall, not Calvin," the detective said.  "He said he and
Ms.  Lee used Calvin's phone to communicate to avoid detection by Gloria.
Isn't that right, Ms.  Lee?"

   Soo-bin swallowed.  It could be a trap.  But it was her only hope.  She
nodded.  "Yes," she said.  She looked at Dan.  "I'm sorry."

   Det.  Bush opened the door.  "You two have a lot of work to do.  But
you're done here.  Have a nice life."

   And with that, Dan and Soo-bin walked out the door.

   THE DETECTIVE

   The cool fall air caressed Detective Bush as he sat in his car outside
the apartment complex.  He was off-duty and sat inconspicuously in his Ford
Taurus.  He waited patiently, the engine idling.  He had been looking
forward to this night.  It hadn't worked last time but he felt certain it
would this time.

   He looked at his watch.  It was 9:40.  He picked up his phone and sent a
text.  "Done yet?"

   A moment later came the reply: "1 min"

   He sent another: "Dont even think about it"

   Bing came the reply: "dont worry jealous :)"

   He smiled and put the phone away.  After what he had done for her, he
knew she would save herself for him.

   He thought back.  Albert had indeed claimed that he had boned Soo-bin
all last fall, but nobody except Calvin knew that the detective knew the
truth.  Calvin had spilled his guts.  He had met Calvin outside school one
day and got him a frozen custard at Culver's.  And suddenly the kid was
telling everything - how it started, the meetings, the fact that he was
probably the father of Soo-bin's first child.

   The detective was ready to take it to the prosecutor.  But then at the
last minute, before Det.  Bush shared it with anybody, Albert came out with
his version of events, and an idea formed in the detective's mind.

   He was 37.  He'd been married for 12 long years, caught in a thankless
job despite his tireless work ethic, and stuck with an overly critical wife
who made a mountain out of a molehill over everything.  He was done being a
door mat.  He was done doing all this work that for reasons out of his
control would be completely wasted anyway.  Det.  Bush was going to seize
the day.

   The door opened and he saw Soo-bin saying her goodbyes to the family of
the new teenage boy she was tutoring.  How anyone would hire her to teach
their teenage son after what had just happened was beyond the detective. 
It just goes to show that some people don't pay attention to the news, he
figured.

   Soo-bin closed the door behind her and stepped lightly across the
parking lot.  She was looking good.  After the baby she seemed to lose all
the extra weight almost at once, and, really, there was hardly any way to
tell that she was a mother at all.  Even when she was naked.  Even her
pussy still felt tight, in the detective's estimation.

   She came to the car.  She smiled and waved, and climbed in.

   "That went long," the detective said, leaning over.  She kissed him.

   "Oh, well, we got carried away," Soo-bin joked.

   "Better not," the detective said.  She squeezed his hand assuringly.

   "I'm done with the teenagers," she said.

   "Hmmm," he said, not convinced.  But they let it go.  He took her hand
and they drove across town to the Fairfield Inn, where he had a room
reserved.  They parked and walked inside, past the front desk, their hats
on, and to the room.  He had checked in earlier, and he had decorated it
with flowers and put a bottle of wine.  But, just like last time, they
never made it to the bottle before they ended up in bed.

   They didn't have much time.  Her husband and his wife would start asking
questions, and Soo-bin wasn't in a good position these days to be answering
tough questions.  Some might say that their sex was rushed.  Det.  Bush had
a better interpretation.  It was passionate.  Fiery.  Purposeful.

   Aside from Soo-bin stroking his cock to life they didn't do much
foreplay.  They stripped, taking every stitch of clothing off their bodies,
and then she sat on the fluffy mattress.  He climbed onto the bed, coming
over her, kissing her neck as she reclined.  Soo-bin clenched and rubbed
her fingers on his stiffening rod.

   Her knees parted for him, and the detective lowered his hips so that
their midsections met.  He prodded his cock gently between her legs, and
she purred as his penis grew stiffer and stiffer.  Then, finally, his cock
got hard enough to find purchase and inch into her pussy with his gentle
little thrusts.  Soo-bin took away her hand, and Det.  Bush felt himself
being taken into her.

   He always thought that the moment he became fully lodged inside her
vagina was worth all the foreplay and blowjobs in the world.  Soo-bin's
pussy was silky, hot, and exquisite.  She could flex it, and make it cling
to his cock firmly.

   "I've got you, baby," he murmured into her hair as he made the first
thrust.

   "You've got me," she whispered back, holding his hips and pulling him
into her.  "You've got me so good..."

   He held her shoulders and she moved her hands to his ass as he thrust a
second time, third, fourth, a dozen times, in and out, in and out.  Their
moans intensified as Soo-bin's intoxicating femininity filled his senses
and Det.  Bush plunged her with his virile rod.  They didn't stop or pause
to savor the moment.

   "Ohhh fuck, baby, yes," he moaned, looking down, watching where his cock
disappeared under her skin.  "I can't get enough of you, you know that?  I
want to fuck you all the time."

   "Honey," she breathed back, taking those deep sucking breaths that he
knew foreshadowed her orgasm, "you can have me any time.  I'm yours.  I'm
all yours."

   Their hips began to slap together.  When it got to this point Det.  Bush
could never believe he was fucking a woman as beautiful as Soo-bin.  And
now, in exchange for keeping her out of jail, this was his reward.  Soo-bin
was going to grant him something his heartless wife never had.  She was
ovulating.  If the fates decided it, the detective was going to be a daddy
for the first time.

   He felt a rising column of fire in his cock as his testicles emptied
themselves, hurling their eager loads up the chutes to his shaft, where the
muscles flexed eagerly, propelling the thick fluid toward the tip of his
cock.

   Soo-bin could feel it coming when it began rising up the base of his
shaft.  She knew she could stop it all by reaching down and pinching his
shaft, thus avoiding another possible pregnancy.  But she let it come. 
Soo-bin shuddered in orgasm and lifted herself into him, drawing him as
deep as he could possibly go, and the detective's semen exploded into her
in spurts.  It was ejaculated into Soo-bin's deep warmth and wetness, where
the little sperm began to swim like mad.

   Their moans echoed off the walls.

   MRS.  PETERSON

   It was a devastatingly cold winter night when Mrs.  Peterson had finally
had enough.  She couldn't explain it, but she'd had a funny feeling as Ms.
Lee went out the door.  Her 16 year-old son, Scott, had just had his fourth
tutoring lesson with Ms.  Lee, and he was acting very strange.

   At the end of the 90-minute lesson they emerged together from the study,
where they had conducted the lesson, and Scott would bid Soo-bin goodbye.
And this time, after she left, he had dashed back to his room and not come
out.  Typically he would come over to his parents after she left and talk
with them and maybe watch a little television.  Not tonight.  He dashed
awkwardly back to his room.

   A moment later she heard him go into the bathroom.  And for a long time,
the water was running.  After a couple minutes she knocked on the door, and
when Scott didn't answer, she opened it a crack.  He was naked from the
waist down and washing his underwear.

   "What are you doing?" She said.

   Scott jumped.  "Mom!" He cried.  "A little privacy, please?"

   "What the hell are you doing?"

   "Nothing!  Leave me alone!"

   She shut the door.  This was not settling right with her.  Not at all.
She went to his room.  His pants were in a pile on the floor.  She sighed
and picked it up to fold it, and then thought twice and brought it to the
laundry room.  Before tossing it in with the rest of the wash she emptied
the pockets.  And in the back pocket her fingers found something hard,
round, and rubbery.

   Mrs.  Peterson pulled it out.  Her eyes widened.  It was a condom.  A
used one, still wet with....  Well, she supposed it was wet with Scott's
fluids plus whomever he had-

   She gasped.  "Oh, great," she said.  The tip was burst.  Whoever the
woman was, she was carrying around a load of Scott's cum.

   She had to find out who it was.  An open notebook caught his eye.  It
was his tutoring notebook.  It was filled with notes on Korean, but then,
at the bottom, she found handwriting in Korean that was not in Scott's
clumsy hand.  Something was written there, a tidy little note, and with it
something that could not be mistaken: A tiny little heart, and the drawing
of a kiss.

   It came to her in a rush.  The closed door to the study.  The silence.

   Mrs.  Peterson pondered over this for a long time.  Days passed. 
Finally, one day she opened up the telephone book.  She went to the section
marked private investigators and called the most prominent ad on the page.
A secretary listened to her story, heard her request, and told her that the
investigator would call her back.

   And in a day, he did.

   "I want to be sure when I go to the police," she explained.

   "Well, let's see what we can do," the investigator said.  "If something
is happening, we'll get you your proof."

   DAN

   The spring wind was blowing hard as Dan sat in the police station,
watching a television screen in an interrogation room.  The wind rattled
the roof but nothing could distract Dan from the images flickering across
the screen.  It was a short video.  Soo-bin and the detective hadn't wasted
any time, that was for sure.

   He saw their grainy images as they entered the room.  Just looking at
her he wouldn't have been able to tell it was her, but from her movements,
her hair, her clothes, there was no mistake.  Dan held his breath as they
entered the room.  Part of him hoped that she would change her mind, that
this was all a mistake, that they would leave just as they came.  Of course
he knew that wasn't what was about to happen.

   Soo-bin disrobed first and climbed onto the bed.  The detective was off
screen for a moment and then he reappeared, naked.  He climbed atop Dan's
wife and fucked her.  No, they didn't fuck.  They made love, albeit
fiercely and passionately.  Soo-bin wanted him bad.  She wanted him to cum
inside her.  And with a mighty thrust, he did.

   It all took about 15 minutes.  After the sex they lay for a couple
minutes, then got up and got dressed.  They left quickly.

   "Is that her?" A voice said from the darkness.  It was Detective
DeMarcus, of the state police.  She was a single mother of three.  The
higher ups had decided to be sure that Soo-bin's formidable sexual powers
would not be derailing this case.  DeMarcus was tough and intelligent,
no-nonsense.  She leveled Dan with a blue-eyed gaze.

   Dan swallowed.  "Yeah," he said.  "That's her."

   DeMarcus nodded.  She hit a few buttons and then another video came on.
This one showed a different place.  A room.  A teenager's room, by the
looks of the decorations on the walls and general messiness.  The image
showed the image of a single bed for a long time, and Dan began to wonder
if it was a still photo.  But he saw a digital clock flash to a new minute.
8:12, it said.  That made sense, he realized with a drop in his gut.  Her
lessons started at 8.
Then suddenly a young man came into the screen.  He was naked.  His
penis was rock hard.  He went to the bed, stood there, looking around, and

then he laid down.

   Then, a moment later, a woman appeared.  She was naked, too, with dark,
long, straight hair.  She was older, but still youthful.  She crossed the
room and kneeled next to the bed.  She lowered her head onto his midsection
and there was no mistake what was happening as the teenager rolled his head
back onto his pillow.

   After a minute the woman climbed atop the young man in his little bed.
She kissed him deep, straddled his swollen penis, and in a moment she was
fucking him, riding him hard.  God, how she rode him.  The little mattress
bounced and bounced.  The young man held her breasts and she arched her
back, her hair flowing, and then his legs flailed and with a giant surge by
the woman, it ended.

   She collapsed on his chest and lay there for a while.  Then, finally,
she got off the teenager, his cock flopping out.

   The woman stood up and stretched luxuriously.  She grabbed tissue and
dabbed it between her legs.  As far as Dan could tell the teenager hadn't
worn any condom.  By now that was no surprise to Dan.  They were both
smiling as they talked.  Then she turned to retrieve her clothes.

   "Freeze," said DeMarcus.  Dan looked over.  "Is that Soo-bin?" The
detective asked.

   Dan leaned forward.  He squinted at the image of the woman climbing off
the teenager.  Everything was hitting him at once.  He saw the date.  It
would match up with his worst fears.  The first baby he could have
accepted. But two?

   His course of action was clear.  He had formulated it in his mind
already, starting when DeMarcus had called him to schedule this little
video presentation.  Dan knew the prosecutors wanted Soo-bin bad.  She had
ruined a high profile investigation, made the office look foolish, and
evidently she had gone right back to fucking up a storm with teenagers all
across town, not to mention the city's top detective, who hadn't busted a
single case of any significance since he started fucking Dan's wife last
fall.

   "Well?" DeMarcus said, folding her legs and looking at him.  "Is it
her?"

   Dan looked her up and down.  He was done with it all.  Being taken
advantage of.  Being bossed around by women.  Being the meek little pansy
tossed about by the waves of hormones all around him.

   Dan eyed the swell of her breasts under her shirt.  "I'll help you," he
said, "if you help me."