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One Thousand Apologies - Part 1 (censored)

Date: 3/1/2016, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Incest, Masturbation, Rape, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 79.3, Source: sexstories.com

Spock, the science officer of the Starship Enterprise?” A blank stare. I continued, “Star Trek, with Capt. Kirk.” “Oh, Star Track? That Saturday morning cartoon?” My face went down into the palms of my hands, shaking my head back and forth. I came back up to look her in the eyes. “NOOOO! It was a TV show, from ’66 to ’69, with Kirk, Spock, Dr. McCoy, Scotty, Sulu…” “I was like a little kid in ’66, you expect me to remember that?” She had me there. I was seven when the show started, while she was still in diapers. “Yeah, that would be a problem. They’re coming out with a movie in December! I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ve seen Star Wars!” “ NOT the same thing!” This girl will need some re-education. “OK, so why are you Spock?” “He’s the science officer, the smartest guy, no emotion…” A voice calls out from inside the press box “and he’s the one who never got laid!” I snapped back “that’s not true, there was that cave woman on the ice planet!” Hannah jumped back into the conversation, “And this is the show you drool over?” “You’d like it if you saw it.” “and who was that yelling at you?” “My so called friend Paul, he likes to give me shit.” She narrowed her eyes and gave me a little stare, then returned to normal. “Can you get me some ice cream?” “Yeah, sure thing.” A few minutes later I was jogging down the concourse, trying to get the Klondike bar to her before it started melting inside the chocolate. As she peeled back the foil wrapper, Hannah continued with the interview. “OK ... Spock, what are you taking in college?” I liked that she was asking all the questions. I didn’t have to contrive any witty banter, just lean back and share my life story (as boring as that was.) “Math and computer science, and I’ve taken a few econ courses as well.” ”and what kind of grades do you get?” She had to ask that “Well, uh - OK! I have a 1.8 GPA” Her eyes went wide in shock. “1.8? That’s a D, right? I thought you were the brainiac? Mom’s always saying how smart Joe is, Joe this, Joe that - and you have a 1.8 GPA? ” That hurt. “Math is fucking hard!” “ LAN-GUAGE! ” Still stinging, I shot back “Now who’s being the baby sitter?” She took a more serious look. “Well, sorry about being snippy before with the baby sitter crack, but I just don’t like anyone telling me what to do. And I don’t like people swearing.” I felt the urge to be sarcastic. “Oh, I’m sorry, your Royal Highness!” “Now you’ve got it! Just remember that, and we’ll get along fine!” Actually, that cracked me up, and broke the tension as well laughed together. She continued, “Back to where we were – what’s so hard about math?” More life history, but this wasn’t the first time I had to explain my failure in college. “I did pretty good in high school, A’s & B’s, even took calculus in 12th grade. I was always playing with numbers, so I thought that was what I was good at. Then I get to college and math majors not only have to know the rules, like to get the mean of a set of numbers, you add them up and divided ...