Ethan glanced down at his groin in disgust. He was harder than hell and he needed to do something about it soon or one day, he might be tempted to make good on his threat to Erin. An image of Erin pushed up against the wall, shapely legs locked around his waist, teeth grazing his neck while he pounded into her soft, willing -
"Christ!" He muttered.
Forcing the image out of his mind, he reached for the cold water knob and turned it on full blast. The icy water did little to curb his arousal and he groaned, reaching for the bar of soap.
A few minutes later, he stepped out of the stall and headed for his locker. The "locker" in question was nothing like the ones in his high school days, rather this one could be more aptly described as a closet. The locker ran from floor to ceiling and the
