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bucking bronco. To make matters worse, she was a freshman. I knew this because I recognized her from the freshman orientation group Phil and I had led together.
    “Ashley! Baby!” Phil said in complete surprise as he pushed the bimbo off of him.
    I think her name was Britney. Phil grabbed his pillow and held it in front of his erect penis.
    “Really? You're going to cover yourself up like I've never seen you naked before? Like you haven't fucked me a hundred times with that penis?!” I screamed at him.
    “What are you doing here?” Phil said.
    “My tutoring session was canceled. I thought I'd surprise you with the hour of free time I found myself with. Looks like you already had plans. I guess I'm the one who got the surprise?” I answered.
    “Well, I guess there is no denying what was going on,” Phil said, rather matter-of-fact.
    “Nope. I hoped fucking Britney was worth it. It is Britney, right?”
    Britney nodded. She had wrapped a sheet around her slender body. Her massive boobs protruded from behind the cotton wrapping. She was so top-heavy I was surprised she could stand without tipping forward.
    Phil didn't say anything. His silence gave me my answer. Fucking Britney was worth it. Not that anything he said would have made a difference. We were through.
    “I know this is stating the obvious, but we're over,” I said. “I just wanted to be the one to make that clear.”
    Phil looked at the floor and nodded. I turned my gaze to Britney.
    “So, tell me the truth. Did you know that Phil had a girlfriend?”
    Britney hesitated. She joined Phil in looking at the floor. I had my answer. Then she spoke.
    “Yes. I knew.”
    At least she gave me a verbal response. Didn't change anything, though.
    “Hmm. Phil and I didn't have a perfect relationship, but we did have one. And you knew that. You better take a wide berth around me if we pass on campus. And I suggest you do the same around Chelsea Richards. Especially around Chelsea.”
    “Oh, shit!” Phil blurted out. “You're not going to tell Chelsea, are you?”
    “Of course. She's my best friend. Should have thought of that before you jumped in bed with this little bitch. You're such an asshole,” I replied.
    I turned and headed out the door. I paused and turned back around toward Phil and Britney.
    “By the way, her tits are fake. If you pierced them, you'd have silicon all over the place. She was probably smaller than me before she had her boob job.”
    With that I slammed Phil's bedroom door. Before I reached the stairs I had my cellphone out and called Chelsea.
    “He what?!” said Chelsea when I told her what just happened. She offered to do numerous painful things to Phil's balls.
    I told her that it wasn't necessary.
    “How about I pop Britney's fake boobs?” she then offered.
    Again, I told her that it would not be necessary.
    “I take satisfaction in knowing that they both will be terrified of running into you for the rest of the school year,” I said with a half-smile.
    I was pissed that Phil cheated on me. But I wasn't devastated at breaking up with him. However, Chelsea still used it as an excuse to take me out drinking that night and to try to get me laid.
    I agreed to a few drinks, but I saw no need to have sex with someone else to get back at or over Phil. I had never done a one night stand in my life. I wasn't going to start over breaking up with Phil. He just wasn't worth it.

Chapter Eight
     
    Graduation Day . . .
     
    “I now present to you the graduating class of Santa Barbara University,” said the university's president as we tossed our caps into the air. Chelsea and I had made it. We were college graduates. We hugged and took a selfie of the moment.
    We found our families and posed for dozens of pictures. I didn't see Phil. He was probably celebrating with other graduates on his baseball team. Britney lasted all of a month.
    Phil tried to get me back to run out the clock on our senior year. I told him no and that was that. He