Eventually, I sneaked out. I have to leave Pittsburgh. I don't care how. I don't care how to survive, as long as I'm not in Pittsburgh anymore. After ...ll, I may have a chance to accomplish my dream, once again. I've heard that New York is a place with a lot of opportunities."Franc listened quietly, he felt sorry for her. He couldn't come up with any words to console her. He also knew her future in New York wasn't going to be a cheering one. He turned around to look at her. Tears were flowing. Her bench, as she called it was empty this time of day as usual. She was a forty-four year old divorc? Jogging and her workouts paid off for her. Her legs, ass, whole body was tight and trim. Many male joggers admired he C cup tits as they bounced when as she ran by. Often one of them would turn their head and admire her trim ass and smooth muscular legs as she jogged past going the other way. She sat on the bench puffing a little. She wiped the sweat from her brow with a bandana. Higher, in. The funpart for Colt and Corey was dragging him up the stairs. They commentedwhat a great workout it was by the time we had him in bed. Kris probablydidn't know or care what was going on.That night, I didn't get much sleep for waking up and making sure Kris wasokay even though he was zonked out from the meds. The injury wasn't thatbad yet I still worried for him. I was up before the alarm and didn't eventry to wake him for classes here on Wednesday for he didn't need to go toclass or would feel. "Look, we think it's great that you want to date. It's just that..." I... I... don't want to date. I want to... that is I..." Hey, let's all just clear the air," injected Matt. "Last night when we came back from the restaurant we saw what went on in your apartment." Marianne gasped. "Hey, we weren't spying, at least not exactly. We heard you scream and went up to see if you were all right. We looked in the window and saw you and your... visitor." I don't want to disappoint you, either of you,.