I'd spend the day trying my damnedest not to dwell on things and to just focus on tasks at hand. Serious, important stuff. Classes, my writing, thoughts about hte future and pondering philosophy. I would struggle NOT to think about Christina, who, as a graduate student, picked me out of all the incoming freshmen "meant" to tease, tempt, and seduce.

I would even go so far as to turn off my phone during the day. I'd tell myself I was going to limit how much craziness I let rule my life, but I was 20. I'd turn my phone back on and see a text from Christina that said "Come over for more SEX, boy. Home all afternoon, 'studying'. Cya!"

I walked like a zombie, guided by the erection in my pants, across campus, homework or not. It wa evil. It was frustrating. It was the best, craziest, most drawn-out sex of my entire life!

-Tim