So, on 05 Feb, at or about noon, Skank-ho Sheila appeared in my text messages, wanting a taste of my cock.
I first met Sheila last summer, and she has been a particularly volatile part of my life, always eager to dramatically disconnect, the minute I didn’t follow her orders. Before 05 Feb, I had heard from Sheila last in mid November.
Given that my rotation was full, and given my fatigue at dealing with her antics, I kept Sheila at arm’s length until 07 February, when she started blowing up my phone with messages.
07 February was a Thursday, which means it is quiz day in my classes. I teach IB Mathematics (SL and HL): which is an incredibly rigorous course. My students tend to be exceptionally well-prepared; but it’s still imperative that I concentrate on helping them, rather than wasting time texting a skank-ho slut like Sheila.
Because I chose to serve my clients (whose parents were paying me) rather than indulge her in casual banter, Sheila went radio silent for 24 hours, and then announced her departure from my life in the typical fashion.
Fast forward to this week. Guess who has reappeared? And guess why?
Sheila is apparently living with her “oldest mat” (oldest mate, is what I gather). The fact that her “oldest mat” is a male is not surprising (she’s objectively pretty hot, and there are plenty of thirsty simps in the world.)
Now she is playing on my sympathies, hoping I will help support her and her “oldest mat.” And thus we see the end result of feminism. All the “girlz rock,” and “wimminz rule the world” propaganda evaporates, once the money runs dry.