The sitter, Debbie, turned to Judy and asked ‘Well?’ Judy asked ‘Well, what?’ ‘You know very well what.’ Judy whispered to Debbie, ‘I th...nk he might be the one.’ Debbie let out ‘Oh!’ At that point I returned to the table, and we finished dinner. We drove home to Judy’s house. Debbie got in her car and went home. Amy went to her room and did her homework then went straight to bed. Judy and I watched TV until Amy went to bed. I got up lo leave. I told her ‘I should be getting home, and you need. 'This is all exciting him immensely, ' she thought, and was surprised again that the humiliation made her cunt long for his prick to be buried in her as she told him."Darling..." she started.Whish ... THWACK!While she was convulsing and sobbing, Thomas examined her back. The three lines were close together across her shoulder blades.'I'd better move on to her buttocks and then her thighs, ' he thought, 'I don't want to break the skin, and certainly not to injure her.'Aloud he said, "The word. We tried to make it work, he and I. It didn’t last, though. He was killed in action, shortly after an argument because I wanted him to seek a non-combatant assignment instead. I didn’t want to lose the one love that I still had left, to be totally and completely alone, you see. It was selfish and stupid of me, but that was how I felt.“Anyway, some time later, which seemed an eternity later, in fact, the Militia brought this man in, a captive of the Communists who had suffered incredible torture. We spent most of our free time together.Like most teenagers, we argued a lot. We dated on and off all through high school and even went to the same area college. I received a year-by-year football scholarship and Julie's family paid for her tuition.I was ending my third year when I broke my leg. The coach informed me that he had talked to the doctors and that I probably wouldn't be ready in time for our spring training. I knew that was the end of my scholarship.It wasn't that I loved football.