He put the soap down and slid down the side ofthe shower. He sat there, the hot water beating against hishair causing remnants of shampoo to pour down...his face. Hecouldn't help but think about how she must have felt. Thepain he caused her. The hurt she went through. John foundhimself overcome by emotion. He started cryinguncontrollably."Oh Susan!" he said. "I'm so so sorry."It took a few moments for John to regain his composureenough to get off the shower floor. He stood up and washedthe rest. “You listen to me, Mr. Pervert.” I said with conviction and yet I hadn’t really considered that he was sniffing my panties, in fact, I was thinking he was going to try them on or something and now I was less amused and more turned on that some man would want to sniff my panties. I walked toward him. “I have a picture of your dirty deed, mister and you will now listen up.” He nodded in compliance and I began to feel the control I had. I liked it, too. “Open that drawer!” I firmly stated and he. My thighs no longer cooperated so my squats were more like falling heavily onto a low chair than a controlled exercise movement. Of course, that made my insides so bruised and sore that it became impossible to endure the pressure and I was forced to rise before the pitcher was filled. In a way it helped as I didn't seem to have the strength to lift up a full jug anymore. Filling it up only halfway made everything easier but it meant that I needed more trips up and down, meaning more times that. " No! Jason, I tell you nothing was going on. We danced a few times, is all." I thought you said he just came over to say hello and now you tell me you two were dancing. Which is it? I was born at night Marsha Ann, but it wasn't last night. I know exactly what's going on here."Marsha Ann and I had been dating for about three months when I gave her the only thing I had ever gotten from my dad. It was a gold nugget necklace that he had won in a poker game. Before he left he asked me several times.