Screw you both, I'm going home.

"Where are you going?" Kat demanded as Lloyd stormed out of the lecture hall.

"This is stupid, this is fucking stupid, I'm not dealing with this!" How in the goddamn shit did he know what the Bystander Effect was? Did the Stone know? Does it even know anything? Is it even alive? "I'm going home before my dick falls into something else!"

Easier said than done. As soon as made his declaration, an asian girl with a fat ass bent over in his path to grab a pencil she dropped. Her skirt rode up and her panties suddenly fell to her ankles. Lloyd made a gracefully panicked pirouette around those juicy cheeks. He needed to contemplate sentient Stones.

"But Daddy, every fuckhole on legs is yours! Take every single one of us as conquest! **** every woman to realize her true place under your cock and balls!"

"Holy shit, why are you so misogynistic!?" Lloyd spat, narrowly avoiding a cheerleader stretching her leg up to her head in the middle of the hall, pussy bare and dripping. It didn't help that even though what she was saying was sexist as hell, Kat was still getting him hard again. He needed to focus. How did he gain knowledge? Did he fuck it out of Sweettits? Like some kind of dick brain drain? She did seem pretty out of it back there.

"Because it's right! We all need to get on our knees and worship dick, it's the only place we'll ever be happy!"

The absolute fucking zealotry with this one! Seriously, how does someone like Kat get such a fucked up worldview?

Hold on.

Lloyd came to a stop, Kat bumping into his back. He slowly turned around, a bleakly curious look in his eye. "What's your name?" Kat opens her mouth to answer but Lloyd interrupts. "Your full name."

Kat looks back, confused. "Fuckmai Kunt."

Lloyd felt the synapses in his brain dim. "How do you get 'Kat' from that?"

"I mean, all the letters are there, aren't they?"

Lloyd wanted to feel disappointed but he really didn't know what he was expecting. Turning around to continue his exit, he came face-to-face with a stacked latina in a Playboy bunny costume, a sticky note on her forehead. He took it off and read, "Please fuck my face," with a little smiley face.

"This thing is just getting lazy." Replacing the note, he stepped around her and made for the door.

Kat, Fuckmai, whoever, pursued. "Where are you going?"

"Home." Lloyd pulled out his phone, knowing that the bus wasn't scheduled to come for another hour. He could...ugh, he could call Fuckmeat. How the hell would that go? And how the hell would his parents react to seeing him pull up in a cop car? It wasn't new from those times he got arrested but -

Wait. Fuck. Shit. How was the Stone going to affect his parents? OH FUCK, what about Chuck and his bitches!? Could he even face all that? Was the Stone enough to overcome years of **** and being ground into the dirt?

Lloyd realized he'd been standing at the exit, hand on the knob. What the hell was he going to do?

A slightly hoarse voice sang out. "You could stay at my house!"

Professor Sweettits, still completely disheveled from the lecture, bounced down the hall.

"Uh," Lloyd stuttered, "what?"

"Well, I want to make sure you have access to your fucktoy if you feel the need to punish me. I don't think my housemates will mind."

This may be Lloyd's salvation from the awkwardness of home! Or...

"What, um, gender are you housemates?"

"Oh, they're both women."

"More fuckmeat..." Kat whispered.

Ugh, what the fuck was Lloyd going to do?

(Author's Note: Hey, I'm back! Took a little break, had a vacation, read some books, good times were had. I've got a few ideas for branching paths I hope you guys like. And please, it would mean so fucking much to me if you guys added your own chapters and stories. It's way more fun to play off other degenerates. Anyway, have fun, happy orgasms and such.)