He laughed at his own joke, which I didn’t find funny. Oddly enough, this bulletin board did more for me than all the books we had been sweating over. * * * Forty-five minutes later, I looked at my watch and realized that I needed to leave. It was after nine, and it was time for me to hit the bed. I stood up, stretching. “You leaving?” “Yeah, I want to be fresh in the morning.” “I thought you wanted to read some of the things that I’d written.” He gave me a look that almost caused my dick to get hard. “Oh, you’re going to show them to me?” I immediately sat back down. All thoughts of leaving had disappeared. He left the room in search of his work. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was certainly curious. “It’s kind of long, so you can take it with you.” He had placed it in a large envelope so I couldn’t even see the title. “You sure about this?”
