And I had not seen little Freddie either. I stayed out of her way, and she away from me. People understood my feelings and generally respected them. I...needed to heal, grieve, to start my life over again. That did not mean that I had no knowledge about her at all. I did not ask, but I over heard. I knew that it had been rough for her, but she was really being the best mother she could. A baby, even with both parents, saps all of your energy. She had the additional problems of limited income and. She seemed to have objections to me not doing it for her, so I was more than happy to eat her out, and she was more than happy to enjoy as she began moaning a bit. “Oh Eddie, I had no idea you could eat pussy so well too you fucking liar, you said you weren't hiding anything else from me,” Gillian said. “Sorry, please forgive me my dear,” I replied. “Well give me an orgasm and I'll consider it,” Gillian said. I put my face back into her pussy, it was absolutely soaked with her juices. She had a. 'Doesn't your country have so many alcoholics too who die from drinking too much vodka' was what Carol wanted to say but wouldn't, in fear of getting flunked for any of her Maths papers."I got to go Ms Smolensk. It was nice meeting you!!" Carol smiling, then walking away.When Carol was more than ten meters away from her Maths teacher she then said"Bitch"Carol White had been window shopping at a local mall and by the time it was nearly 7PM she finally got back home.TUESDAY EVENINGThe skies above. She never held or carried anything, and always had an enigmatic smile on her face, regardless of the day. Whenever I saw her, the opening lines of “Girl from Ipanema” always ran through my head, the Stan Getz version that opens with humming.Over the weeks, we began to make eye contact, and then gradually, I started smiling at her. Her smile never changed, but she always met my eyes, and it seemed as if they twinkled when she looked at me…but it might have been my imagination.I felt in my bones.