"No," I said right away. "But let me say this. She was one of the best friends I've ever had. I certainly had a lot of friendly affection for her, and...I'll admit that I came to lean on her quite a bit. I had no one else! Sometimes, during weak moments, I would ask myself, 'What if I never see Erin again?' But then I would come back with, 'I may see Erin again, so I need to wait it out.' Wendy, by the way, knew the score here. We had a few long talks on the subject, and I told her exactly what I. .”“Fletcher, of course she’s flirting with me. Waitresses flirt with their customers. That’s like saying birds fly in the air. It gets them good tips. Aside from that? I’m damn near twenty years older than she is and married to boot.” I waved my ring finger at him. “If she didn’t kill me one way, Marilyn would kill me another way!” He just laughed at that.As I talked to him, I had one eye vaguely on the young woman in the booth by the front door. I had taken my glasses off after sitting down,. "What are you doing?" She asked."I missed out on church, I'm praying now." I said."What are you praying?" She asked."Actually I'm saying grace. Thanking for the meal." I smiled."What for?" She asked, looking at me oddly."I didn't have breakfast yet, so I'm just gonna have to eat you up." I said (*note: from where I'm from we have this bread which it's name, in our dialect, literally means vagina. , so I was giving her a pun when I said this line)I lifted her skirt and pushed my faced into her. I felt like I was going to cream in my panties when Tom fingered me—first with one then a second. The smell of my aroused pussy became stronger as I squirmed to the rhythm of Tom’s fingers as they slid in and out of my pussy while we continued kissing passionately in State’s athletic dorm. My nipples were erect, as Tom nibbled on them—sending me into the ‘stratosphere.’ My breathing was labored, in short hard breaths—my legs twitched as Tom continued fingering my pussy while I twisted and.