Chapter 121 Blowjob(5)

• Just when I think that, okay, cool, I've got this superpower that can make women do this and this, and that can get me into this pleasurable situation or that— in other words, just when I think I have my special abilities figured out— I get a big, fat, sliding curve thrown at me and I have to admit I don't know whether I have any superpower at all or I'm just crazy and lucky. I'm thinking now of what happened last week.
• I was in a hotel bar one evening wasting time. Out on the road on business, as usual. It was a convention town, but I wasn't horny enough to go out and seduce some housewife from Oklahoma who thinks that cock is what you do with a gun. So I sat at the bar and watched a football game on the tube. Some college game. I can't even remember the teams anymore.
• A guy and his wife sat next to me. He wanted to watch the game and the best seat was mine, smack in front of the screen behind the bar, so I slid down one. The wife went along with him, showing profound boredom that he was oblivious to. They drank boring beers and he rooted for one of the centers of learning, though he really didn't look like higher education material. He started talking to me. It seems he went to Wewillwewillrock U. for a couple of semesters, didn't graduate so hadn't moved beyond the rabid fan stage.