With a hand I reached over and gently began to stroke his cheek, moving it through the close cut hair of his head. His smile told me he enjoyed the at...ention which emboldened me to move closer until without reservation I kissed him softly on his cheeks eventually finding his lips. My gentleness was met with force and passion. Exploring my mouth with his tongue I reciprocated as he pulled me closer. As we kissed our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. I slid my hands beneath his tank top. .. HEATHER'S STORYLast Thursday morning I had come to lying on a bench in the stupid local park. With horror I had a vague recollection of fucking people I didn't know, several times - I can't fucking remember - the night before. Shit! That was the last fucking thing I should have done. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of! I hate me! Head still bloody throbbing and racked with guilt at my fucking selfish. She’s excited to be almost done with her master’s but dreading the two more years to complete her Ph.D. program. Once all of her schoolings are complete she’ll be a licensed psychologist. It’s her dream and it’s almost complete. The couple leaves the restaurant and gets back into the van, Jeremy starting the engine. It’s now completely dark outside and they still have an hour before their movie starts. Jeremy looks over at her, “Let’s be like before the kids came along and have a make-out. Martinez in the parking lot. Frequently, I glanced at her watching my every move in the empty store. I turned off the lights, locked up and walked towards Ms. Martinez and her blue Astro mini van. Immediately, I started loading her mini van with groceries. I was in such a rush that a bag of apples fell to the ground! Ms. Martinez bent down to pick up the apples that were scattered all over the lot. What a sight! As she was picking them up, her small housedress rode up, and I got a peek at her.