"I've given him a cane to help him walk – he's been in that cast for three months and it may take him a few days to get used to using that leg again... It needs some time to strengthen back up so the cane will help him walk and steady him a bit," the doctor said."Now Tommy, remember what I said… no rough stuff for a little while yet. Your leg may have healed but your muscles aren't very strong yet. Give it some time. No football or other contact sports, nothing like baseball or tennis or anything. That meant I had a chance to talk with Les before my parents got home.I walked upstairs after determining that Les wasn't on the first floor. It felt like I was walking toward the gas chamber but I kept going. Her door was pushed to but not closed and there was a light on in her room. I hadn't realized it was dark.I tapped on her door without opening it. "Who is it?" It's me, Les. Can I come in?" I guess so."I pushed open the door and saw that she was lying on her bed, her head propped up on a. This blue one seemed like it was a size too small. Her breast were bigger than last year so now the suit could hardly contain them. He had also noticed how tightly it stretched across her crotch giving her a little blue camel toe. He continued staring at the empty door way for a few seconds before he shook his head and finally answered his phone.”“Hey Pete. Sorry about that. I was away from the phone.”John stayed on the phone for about half an hour. When he hung up he leaned back in his chair. I was in my hotel room, and I had gone to the reunion. I turned to lie on my back, and then the other memories of last night flooded back, the memories of Linda, and the sweet exhilaration, the intense excitement, and the exquisite pleasure I had felt, as she offered her lovely body to me when we made love. Yes, that was the expression that went through my head when I thought about last night. Linda and I had “made love.” It was years since I’d had a one-night stand, long before I was married,.