But punishing myself wasn’t going to fix that problem.Of course, I had no idea how to fix the problem with Jocelyn, but being depressed and stressin... over it wasn’t going to help me any more than being stressed about my medical training would help me succeed. There wasn’t much I could do about that, except try to relax and, perhaps, engage in some ‘stress relief’ with Sandy. Fixing things with Jocelyn had to wait until she was ready to talk to me, and that wasn’t happening for at least two. I had to admit that, I too, had felt like life was amazingly freer at school. I was going on about something like that when I noticed that the guys were joining us in the water. They had all changed into robes, and what stopped me short was the sight of Jake as he hung his robe on the hook on the tree and slipped into the water.I had never imagined a penis as large as the one that hung between Jake's legs. Oh sure, I had led a sheltered existence, and have, in the years since, seen several. ’ ‘We are not married, and you are threatening me? You gave me control over tomorrow, and you promised to trust me. Are you going back on your word?’ ‘No, I just want to see what they are doing.’ ‘When it is done, I will take you outside and we will see it together.’ ‘Why can’t I see it now?’ ‘The trucks haven’t started to unload, yet.’ ‘You have me on a technicality. I will let you go this time.’ As much as she tried to go back to sleep, she couldn’t. Sledgehammers kept pounding steel spikes. She hands a piece ofpaper to someone from the personnel, the adress that the casewill be delivered, I assume. The clicking sound produced by herheels echo in the empty hall. I can't take my eyes off her backseamed stocking clad legs and I feel excited. Because of herallure or because of this hot pursuit... I don't know... She occupies a phone booth and dials anumber, probably calling her partners in crime. I manageto pick a few words. "Mr. Willie? This is Monique" Yes.." "I'll meet..."..