Our eyes were locked on to each other. She gasped from deep breaths, digging her fingers into my arms and then my shoulders. My pubic bone crashed int... hers and she stiffened as the first of several orgasms ripped through her body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer, so I began a slow rhythmic push, which I knew would bring about the ultimate in a climax.Rita wasn’t going to wait. She pushed on my shoulders and told me to sit up.“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling out of her.“I. Graduation rolled around, and I made my folks proud with the whole cap-and-gown thing. The party afterwards was restrained, at least by my standards. Nobody got naked, and if any of that happened, it was in private that night. God, I missed it.My immediate future was planned out. Right after school I had a job lined up. I had a few classes I still had to take, things LSU offered. But while that was going on, I was busy moving in with Wesley.Back in our grandmother's time this would have been. It seemed pretty harsh and not just the usual teenage complaining. I pointed out that she was 18 and could move out but she sadly replied no money, no car, no way. And even if you were 18 you had to have a guardian for lots of stuff at school. That's no fair I told her. You should try to get emancipated. No, she said, still no money so why bother, and besides it would take too long. She wanted to get out in time to go to her friend's sleepover and that was in a month but her parents said. Once he started cursing at the thing, most progress was done for the day. To keep going would just lead to sloppy work, broken trees, more cursing.Maybe that's why he had so little done.Looking over the large table, Greg was disgusted with himself. Over three months work, and what did he have? The track layout, a basic framework for the terrain, and one finished tunnel. God, he used to do more than that over a long weekend! Which, maybe, was part of the problem. When you have no deadline, no.