Bill could feel Karen's eyes on him, and the echo of his heart pounded in his ears. After what seemed forever, he finally made it to Claire. The back ...f his shirt was soaked in sweat, and he knew some of it was from nervousness and not the heat."Hi Bill," said Claire with concern. "You okay? You look a little flushed."Bill hesitated for a minute, "Can we talk?" Of course," said Claire. "Is it about Linda? I am so sorry; I thought you and her would hit it off when you met." No, not that," said. He grabbed it, ripped off a portion of it, and dabbed at the corner of his eyes as the accumulation of all the sweat he had garnered was wiped off. “Man, this game must suck or I’m just that unlucky.”‘Probably the latter’, he thought. Sighing, he closed his PC, attempting, and failing, at dulling the aching pain in his heart, and also staring sadly at his own reflection staring back at him through his monitor.“Hello,” he said to himself, clinging on to the last semblance of his sanity as he. And those sweet, innocent green eyes. Every time I saw her I wanted to eat her up. My palms itched and I just wanted to take her right then and there.But I wasn't supposed to look. When I would take them to the beach I'd wear my sunglasses and lay back and watch them to my heart's content. Two perfect sea nymphs in their sexy, skimpy suits. My mouth tasted like salt and a girl's cunt all day.In my fantasies, at least.And I fantasized about Rose all the time these days. Ever since getting over. She had called me several times and sent a few messages to see if I was okay but I was too confused and worried to answer. I knew she was off work on the weekends so I drove straight to her home. Jennifer’s car was in the drive as I pulled up. I got out and went to knock on the door. “Hi Joyce” Jennifer’s voice was quite and a little hesitant as she opened the door. “Hey” was all I said in return. She moved aside to let me in and I walked into the living room. Jennifer closed the door and.