Austin's d**k was impossibly hard as he made his way shakily back to the kitchen. He set the frying pan back on top of the stove and finished making his cup of coffee. He took a couple of calming sips. Suddenly he realized, "I have got to get the f**k out of here!"
If those guys saw him, or his mother did, then he would have to explain why he was there and what he had seen. He recalled how badly he had freaked out poor Pat. That was not something he wanted to repeat. He dashed into his bedroom and hastily put his sweats back on. He grabbed his jacket, wallet and keys. In the kitchen, he sucked down the rest of his coffee, made sure the pot was turned off, stepped into his shoes, and was on his way.
He was halfway to the college when Maryanne emerged from her shower. She hummed to herself
