So I broke down and cried like a baby, for my parents who never got to enjoy their golden years, for my brother and his wife who would never know the ...oy of raising a family, and finally, for my niece, a poor child who never got a chance to experience life. I cried for me, for the hole it had left in my life, that had been unfilled until now. The tears washed away most of my burden, and for the first time since I lost them I felt true peace.My crying triggered off Carrie and Sarah, which. This wasn't sex in the way I had been having it for the last several years. This was right.We progressed to explicit touching. First with Tom, Angela taking notes and making recommendations from the chair. He would remove my shirt, running the backs of his fingers up and down my chest and stomach, placing them between my pelvis and pants, tickling me slightly just below my underwear line. This was as close to having someone take off my underwear as I felt comfortable at the time. Next was. "I ain't a hooker." But then thinking that times could get tough she gratefully accepted."Good luck Shay. I hope you find what you look for."What Shay was looking for was not easily found. Over the next few weeks she found waitressing jobs, but they usually involved handsy bosses and shift supervisors expecting the occasional blow job. Then one night she came back to where she was staying to find all her things had been stolen. The operators were no help. She was down to the clothes she wore,. She’s the most tactful of the three. I watched Sim smile at his daughter’s participation. “The hard part of this is that we have friends here all around the table - Kim’s like another big sister...”“We have many of them,” Vicki said.I watched Terri, uncharacteristically silent. Scratch that. Premeditatedly silent. My daughter’s pulling back, letting the others of her team get some action.The university’s attorney couldn’t contain himself, I suppose. He stood. “People, surely you’re not letting.