How could this be, he thought wildly? How can this be my truest self? John rubbed his eyes, and reassured himself that he had to be imagining this. ...He eased out again, but there she was again.John stood up to see the reflection in a standing position. As he stood, so to did the image of the voluptuous young girl in the pool. Now that she was standing, John could see that she was wearing a short black skirt that did nothing to hide shapely lush legs. The girl was also wearing a white silk. I’d already discovered that having a full time job was a lot more restrictive than I had anticipated – no more Wednesday afternoons off to play sport, no more morning lie-ins if the first lecture wasn’t until 11, no more finishing at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and having a couple of hours to fill until teatime. It also made the weekends much shorter; visiting Bristol from Cardiff had been a doddle when you could be there by five o’clock, but spending the whole of Friday and Sunday evenings. I do love the man, and he is wonderful with the children. I just have to put aside my self-doubts and let life take its course. I just don’t want to make another mistake.’ Emmie leaned and surprised both of them by hugging her sister. ‘You didn’t make your ex-husband decide that he was going to make a fool of himself. You weren’t his keeper. He had to make decisions for himself and he happened to make the worst one of his life. If what Dillon says is true, the bitch he has now is. I think that kissing and all the sexy feelings you get from it are way better than religion. I've fucked men and women, Donnie, but today I want you, do you understand? I'm not in love, I just like sex and when I saw you out there, I thought you just might be the boy for me. At least for today. Even though we still have most of our clothes on, I want you to get this picture in your head. Forget about Jesus, he wishes he were here, getting his dick blown like I want to do with you. Can you.