… I Choose to Train & Study

The next couple weeks went by in a blur. I had arrived at the university early precisely to catch them off guard. Experience & my mother had taught me to never trust anyone in positions of power. They always made us regret it. It was less against our race & is closer to them being that stupid evil I referred to a while ago.

It was dumb to undermine yourself, but helping others only encouraged them to help me in return & that help accumulated to be infinitely greater than what could be generated just by me. My mother & Mrs. Sayhoushi Vandal had helped me comprehend that a long time ago.

Of course, the sex never stopped at the Jonssen home. Elsa was as good as her word in making every effort to accomplish her impossible self-assigned challenge of keeping my balls drained. Naturally, the mother & twin sister ongoing war daily… their acceptance of me & this situation continued to surprise me & I was left with more carnal appetite than they could provide alone. Their minds were willing, but their bodies were sore.

Mrs. Barbara Jonssen was still resistant to sapphic love, but her twin vixens were extremely persuasive & made it hopeless to resist. That combination doomed her efforts & awkwardly, she had the quick wit of her daughters to realize it… or it was fortunate if from the version of her perspective from after she had been made to come multiple times by Elsa.

I was an extremely busy man the next three weeks besides laying pipe into the Jonssen Home. Though I guess it was the Dexter Home now, that was a rather novel concept to me. It turned out that the Barbara inherited the house & owned it solely without her husband’s name even in the title.

The divorce also went through without much hassle surprisingly. I had suspected Mr. Chad Jonssen would fight over alimony, but he didn’t. Maybe he thought it was a temporary circumstance. Of course, we lived in a state where the woman’s own recurring wealth figured into the divorce settlement.

I spent half the day lifting weights & training that summer, despite the coach not requiring it. As I said, I learned to avoid trusting anyone in power. That distrust has served me well. I looked after myself & my own health. In addition, this was a habit I picked up when my **educator** had first made her move. It was one of the few places that I was free from her manipulation.

It was weird how she allowed me to pursue sports without complaint. It was almost like she gave a shit about my future. Yet I have avoided spending too much time thinking about it.

Around the time that football practice began, I started to spend half my free time studying books. I had zero intention of letting the college fuck me over if the leagues in professional sports did something crazy like not hire me. Even if they did hire me, I knew that the overall career of an athlete tended to be short.

Therefore, I spent the next month getting halfway through the reading & assignments from the syllabus for my classes. My assigned tutor was none other than Ms. Kimberly Karlssen, evidently, she had been helping a distant aunt with recruiting me.

Advanced placement in high school allowed me to get very far ahead in self-study already. In addition, part of the scholarship deal was them paying for a tutor. I had already met with them but that was coincidental, I had written into the contract that tutor would be a female. Forcing myself on a woman who truly rejected me was against my nature. There were plenty of fish in the pond. However, women were easier for guys to befriend. I had a sister who preferred guy friends because women could be positively viciously evil to each other.

Guys get too territorial around other dudes. Guys around girls tend to get competitive in the hopes of impressing them. It was a part of our subconscious so attempting to counter it is like trying to not breath. In a hurricane, it was better to work with the wind, instead of against it.

It was around this time that the girls decided they could afford a trip to the gynecologist. The result being confirmation that they were pregnant. The next day there was a wall calendar with calorie counting with the self-accepted limit, & all the beer in the fridge had been dumped.

To say that I was upset that evening was an understatement, yet the moment they revealed it was because they were pregnant & **** was bad for the growing fetuses, my attitude turned right bac around to figuring it was as right as rain.