That hurt and got me thinking about the family. We'd had a good run in John Gray's body, but being back in my teens wouldn't work out nearly as well. ... needed to figure that out before I made contact.Beth Ann was now the tragic, former first lady and very much a public figure now. At forty-five, rich, famous, and maybe even powerful, she wasn't going to be nearly as interested in a teenaged boy as she was the other time around. Colleen and I had something truly special, and even though we were. He just plain didn't trust her any longer. He wasn't even sure he still loved her. He was fairly sure if he loved her the hurt from what he perceived as her betrayal in taking the trip would have been greater. Pete wasn't even sure he loved Polly enough to marry even if she hadn't taken the trip. He was almost positive she didn't love him. At least he was positive she didn't respect him. Her actions and cutting remarks proved that.Pete decided to move on. He would not search Polly out when she. Sandy smiled sarcastically down at the little boy. "Whatever you say,you slutty little fuck-whore."Jack moaned at the abuse and then again, louder, as his little skirt waslifted and the two were locked together."Tell me I'm a dirty, dirty boy!" he squealed shrilly."You certainly are!" Sandy shouted, spinning him until his back was hardagainst the wall and thrusting roughly against him."WHORE! FUCKING, FUCKING WHORE!" Jack cried, his face arched towards theceiling. "I'M A DIRTY, DIRTY, FUCKING,. You let me in without a word. You feel a few cool drops splash on you as I pass tantalizingly close, only shooting you a precise, knowing look, for the briefest of seconds. I walk down your hallway, my hips swaying just so, as I unbutton my drenched blouse, without even a glance back. I drop the shirt on the floor and continue walking, my arms crossing, under and up, ripping off the tank top also drenched underneath. I have just had time to kick off my shoes by the time you make it to the end.