Your not going to let this go.

Unlike your actions, you know Christopher isn't intentionally trying to tease, but you cannot help but feel like he is. That stupid, geeky, grin about the revelation of your self pleasuring habits greatly perturbs you.

"Fine." You think to yourself desiring to retaliate with the next question. "And what do you fantasize about when you masturbate?"

"Um, oh." Christopher squirms on the couch. "I can't. I shouldn't."

"Come on," You urge him excited by the forbidden turn this date has taken. "The last time you did it, who were you thinking about, what did you do to her?"

"Tami Wilson." He admits blushing as he says the name.

"Nope," You tell him sternly "Not enough, I want details. Who is this Tami Wilson, I've never heard of her and what did you fantasize about doing to her that made you blow your load."

"She's just a girl in my Calculus class." Christopher shakes his head slightly.

"You fantasized about a geek?" You ask in stunned amazement. "A shy brainiac like you with glasses and the latest graphing calculator in her purse, I hope she's nice to you." You picture a slender brown-haired girl with no more than an A-cup and a shy smile on her face, just the type of girl your date should be going out with.

"No." Christopher corrects you with more venom than you are used to. "She's not like that at all, she's a cheerleader, and not really that smart. And she's a stuck-up bitch."

"Well, she's in your Calculus class, she's got to be pretty bright." You defend this Tami Wilson reflexively.

"Not if she's nice enough to Mr. Madison." Christopher chuckles softly. "If you know what I mean. That's what I was thinking about when I... well you know."

"Nope, I want details." You tell him as sternly as before "Was she wearing her uniform? Did you have her suck you or did you take her on her desk?"