Free Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series) by Mia Perry

and feed him to the hungry sharks. 
     
    Unfortunately, I couldn’t say a single word.  I
couldn’t feel or think or do anything logical.  All I knew was ten minutes
later, I left in my 1989 Ford Probe GL, the car I bought with my own money.
     
    At the very beginning, I didn’t know where to go. 
Going home?  No way!  I don’t want to add salt to my wound.  My
ice-queen mother wouldn’t give me a single ounce of sympathy.  My
poker-faced father may tell me, “People in the Morgan Family don’t cry” and
then go back to his work right away—if he happens to take a break tonight from
those Mr.-Morgan-here’s-my-body types of sluts.  I don’t think they care
at all.  They only care about themselves—himself or herself, to be more
precise.
     
    Do you know how a lion heals her wound?  She lies
down quietly and licks the wound.  She waits for fate to decide what’s
going to happen next.  The wound may cure and the lion may hunt again; or
she may die of exsanguination and hunger.
     
    Slowly, I make up my mind.  I have a clear picture
now about where to go and what to do.  I want to go to Florida.  I
want to find a job in Miami.  Forget about this psychology crap. 
After two years of hard study, I can’t even read my boyfriend.  It’s
absolutely useless.
     
    Psychology is an academic and applied discipline that
involves the scientific study of mental functions and behaviors. 
Psychology has the immediate goal of understanding individuals and
groups by both establishing general principles and researching specific cases.
     
    Thank you, Wikipedia, for this scientifically perfect
definition!  Can you please tell me how I can better understand my
boyfriend with the “academic and applied discipline”?  It’s a piece of
crap that doesn’t work at all, okay?  Maybe I should demand my money back
from the university.
     
    When I was at home, I thought only rich men were
bad.  Now I realize every man in this world is filthily bad! 
For them, the world is made of male and female.  They can smell the next
“opportunity” like a shark smelling blood from miles away.
     
    Listen up, girls.  If you trust a man in this world,
you are nuts.  The world is not pink and warm.  It’s gray, black, and
ice-cold.  The world is not full of flowers and kisses.  It’s full of
shark teeth and crocodile bites.
     
    I will never, ever trust a man again.  I don’t need a
boyfriend.  I don’t need a family.  And, of course, I don’t need a
better education.  I want to find a minimum wage job in Miami.  I
want to eat all the junk food I really like, and enjoy the sunshine the year round
on the beach.  Miami is going to be my paradise.  It’s going to be
the heaven on the earth for the lonely young lady that no one cares or loves.    
     
    I don’t see a soul on the highway.  I own the entire
I-95 on the East Coast.  All I need is about five or six hours of
driving.  I will reach New York in the early morning.  I will eat a
BIG breakfast there, and then head all the way south.
     
    I still have about a hundred and forty bucks in
cash.  Plus, I have close to five hundred bucks on my credit card—before I
max it.  It’s not a lot.  But it’s enough to pay for the gas and food
for my trip to Miami.  I can then find a job down there.  Or I can
sell this piece of junk (if you still allow me to call it a “car”) for some
decent cash.
     
    My car is a total joke.  I didn’t buy a car.  I
bought a “car” without an engine for two hundred and sixty eight bucks and
fifty eight cents.  It was not my idea, it was my boyfriend’s.  He
promised to make it work and I really wanted to see the miracle.  My guess
was, if he could make a car move with no engine, I might save some gas.
     
    Unfortunately, my boyfriend (the smartest mechanical
engineering student in my mind) was not that smart.  Instead of making the
car move without an engine, he found an engine in a big junkyard