I'd been kinda nervous about telling Annie, but she was way cool. Guess if you're a hippy and into free love and stuff, plus you got a steady guy as w...ll as a college toyboy, you need to be tolerant. I spent a while telling her how nice it'd be to keep spending time with her, and I guess that tipped the odds a bit. She promised not to mark me up anymore, agreed not to come round to my place, said she'd be ready and waiting and would I please do that thing with my tongue before I left. Skinny. I had a lettuce wrapped steak sandwich, with beans and baby carrots. She had the sandwich with ratatouille and broccoli. I hate broccoli, but the ratatouille looked good. Point for her. Mr. Pyle had French dip, extra cheese, with fries and a pickle. Right. Obviously, his advanced age was not because of a lifetime of healthy eating.We discussed everything but politics for fifteen minutes. As a Yankees and Giants fan, I was at a disadvantage, but sports did not really count. The first break came. But he's strong, so strong, and breaks free of my embrace, gets behind me. Oh, my God, his mouth on mine, giving me air...yes, oh, yes. I go limp as he pulls me to the surface. On the surface, he continues mouth to mouth as he pulls me to the muddy creek bank and lays me there, gasping for breath and sobbing. Lying next to me, his uniform soaked and muddy, breathing hard, he reassures me, puts an arm around my shoulders and rests my head on his shoulder. I throw my arms around him, pull us. After few minutes of chatting, she asked me to come over her place as she was bored and was afraid to stay alone. She said she likes to chat with me when she is stressed.I reach her home at 6 pm with some fast food, snacks, and beer. She usually drinks beer, unlike her husband. As I am a freelance writer I have much time with me, I usually work early mornings and late at night. She opens the door, she was wearing a loose Tshirt and pajama pants, Her melons were the first thing I noticed, then.