From the inside, you could easily see his back from the waist up. I followed him around the side of the building, he was leaning in against one of the big picture windows. Whatever the catalyst, when Barrett got up and walked out of the assembly hall, I told my husband that I needed a cigarette and gave chase. How it stretched the fabric of his otherwise loose-fitting gym wear. Maybe though, just maybe, it was the fact that I'd seen Coach Barrett's big cock through his sweatpants every day this year when I dropped Nicholas Jr. Hell, maybe I just have a thing for black men. Maybe it was the neverending despair of a ten-year marriage that had produced one child and exactly zero orgasms. Maybe it was the two hours I had already spent listening to principal McKinney ramble on about attendance and the importance of the PTA. Maybe it was the crushing boredom of being a suburban housewife. I dont know what it was that night that drove me to what I did. Maybe it was the two hours I had already spent listening to principal McKinley ramble on about attendance and the importance of the PTA.