I would show Rick! I didn’t need him! I continued to work and thought about what I had done. I was single so there was no stigma attached to the sex...but it hadn’t been pleasant and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to happen again. I refused several more invitations but finally, after six weeks had passed, I decided to give it another try. Maybe this time would be better. We went out to dinner and then to a lounge where there was dancing. I loved to dance and Rick and I often spent the weekends dancing. He reached down and pulled them right up out the window. Wow he was strong! He did it eight times in a row without stopping and these were no light weight stick thin model types that he was hoisting out like they were five year old kids he was giving a swing. I heard the girls moving on the roof of the bus-actually the side of the bus and started getting panicky that they were going to leave mom and I behind. The water we were in was getting cold and I started shivering. Just then I saw his. The senior staff had hotel rooms, so anarchy ruled. A friend of mine with a four-wheel drive truck decided that he had had enough and since he lived only a few miles from me, asked if I'd go with him if he tried to make it home. I agreed, and without calling Lyndia, we set off.The roads were a mess. The snow was falling heavily and it took until 10:00 to reach my apartment. Lyndia wasn't home so I changed out of my work clothes and started the walk to the bowling alley were I thought I'd. Eddie Hazel's, Bernie Vorell's and Calvin Simon's suave voices were singing the first lines of I'll Stay when Eric entered the living room where Andrea was waiting for him, sitting on the couch. She had her legs bent to the side of her body and her skirt had slid high enough to grant Eric a generous view of her thighs. He swallowed hard and awkwardly as he hesitantly sat next to her like a Sunday schoolboy, his legs glued together, his hands on his lap, his eyes fixed to the record player where.