Liz and I were in a rut and it was bad. I was addicted to porn, spending most nights at my desk staring at images on the screen and jacking off instead of in bed with her. The fact that we were young, in our junior year of university, and sharing an apartment together seemed to do little to get me out of my addiction. She was frustrated, as she had a right to be. She was a knockout. Dark blonde hair that came down to a little below her shoulders, a cute, pretty face, with a straight, long nose that looked amazing on her. A long neck that looked like it went on forever. Delicious D cup breasts, juicy round hips, and a cute derriere. None of this seemed to get me out of my rut. Conversation had seemed to fall away. We had been together two years and found little to talk about anymore. One day, while we were seated together on the couch watching trash tv on MTV (remember that?) it came out.