The complex was rectangular, with a pool and patio inside the box. Each apartment had its own entrance, as well as sliding doors opening onto the comm...n area. There were a few other single parents in the complex, all but one of the female variety, and half of the other residents were divorced women. I'll be completely honest, here: That was definitely a factor in my choice of residence. A single parent has to take the duties of raising a kid - especially a bright, attractive and precocious one. Pete lead my back to the chair and said I'll be right back. He went and locked the front door. Not so you know I was born in a very small town and really didn't know much of anything about big towns. So Pete comes back and starts to wash my hair. It feels good and I'm relaxed. All of a sudden I felt him brush his crotch againt my arm. I could tell he was half hard and I told myself was an accident. I didn't say a thing and he continude to wash my hair. A couple of mins later again I feel him. Right on queue, his hips bucked up, hitting the sweet spot and catching the wave. His orgasm rushed in, a rough ride, jerky and choppy to start, but gradually smoothing out as he found his groove. Smooth riding, with a bit of a jerk here and there to keep the ride going. A bit more before gracefully kicking out.Collapsing on him felt so right. Listening to his breathing, the beat of his heart and his voice through his chest.“Kaori.” It was all he needed to say.The day had started in such a way. “Eight weeks of Medicine,” Jessica said. “Then I’m back for an oncology rotation at Loyola.”“I thought that was the roughest,” Doctor Barton said. “Chemotherapy is about as close to being a witch doctor as anything I can think of. Giving your patient poison to save their life just seems a bit counter-intuitive, not to mention the low success rate and horrible side effects.”I’d winced at the words ‘low success rate’ and Kara put her hand on my arm to reassure me.“It could be worse,” Jessica.