Hotline New Pre-Intermediate (Student`s Book)

True enough, he felt rather worn, but he felt good, too. And tonight he would start catching up on his sleep, his rest, before time to go back to college. Of course, he would call Angie and drop around to see her, but he had nothing to worry about there. Angie was hell- bent on saving her cherry until they were married. So, a little light necking, and he'd leave early and go back home and go to bed. As the strip of highway sped by under the wheels of his little MG, he thought fondly of Marsha-and Norma. And all the rest. Christ! he thought. No wonder he looked beat. Pussy-whipped. He was. Not a night had gone by those last two weeks that he hadn't been with one or sometimes more, getting fucked, getting his cock sucked, getting his rocks off in every way imaginable. He damn well needed those vitamin pills Marsha had given him. When he got his strength back, when he went down to New York that fall to college, he'd look up Marsha. She worked at St. Luke's Hospital, just two or three blocks away from the address where he was going to share an apartment with two other pre-med students ...»