The young man was all right, but he wasn’t the caliber of Jennifer. I could tell she wanted to come to me and probably even kiss me. I felt that wou...d be inappropriate.Miss Crabtree came over and shook my hand. “You have an amazing talent for a sixth grader. I assume that you are heading to Julliard or somewhere like that?”“No, ma’am. Jennifer and I have plans to end up at Jacob’s School of Music together,” I answered.“Really, that’s incredible you are focused enough to know already what you. He slid the card and oddly enough the door unlocked. "Wow thanks," I said smiling at him. I finally got a close up. He was freshly shaved, but had a five o'clock shadow. Beautiful green eyes, dark black hair that was graying. He was so handsome. Having him this close, smelling his cologne, seeing him up close, had my pussy throbbing, and soaking wet. If I didn't get in the room soon, I think not only would my body be dripping water but my pussy dripping juice. "Thanks gotta go," I said rushing. No, I mean my hands on the wall I am not touching myself, no not touching myself (I’m lying I am sssssooo touching myself in every way possible). It feels like an hour she goes back and forth between one and the other repeating the same intense cycle. Heat sweat building up at one point unnoticed to me she glances up to the mirror and looks directly at me. OH, FUCK cover is blown. I try hiding back over the corner only to peek over again, she winks at me.WAIT!!! DID SHE??? Nah no way there’s. I emptied the rest of his pockets and put the poor guy over the side. I figured that I had to say something. "Fred, thank you for the second chance you've given me. I promise that I won't throw it away. I hope that in you're next life you're blessed as a happy dog. Rest well."I pulled a notebook out of my sea-bag and started taking inventory. I found several five-gallon jugs, six of which contained water, three filled with denatured alcohol and eight filled with diesel fuel. The fresh food went.