.." I unbuttoned her shorts and slipped a hand inside. My fingers found her slit, slick with arousal. My fingertip hit her swollen little clit and sh... gasped. She trembled in my arms, then something released inside her, like she'd been fighting an inner battle and lost (or won, depending on how you look at it). She turned her head, looked me right in the eye, and kissed me. Hard. I wrapped my arms around her and fell back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. Our lips never left each other's. One night I was doing my rounds on the floor when I saw one of the bitches sitting outside her room.I went to her and asked what happened ma’am. The first thing she said was not to call her ma’am to call her Jenna. And second, she said was her card was not working so she couldn’t enter the room. I told her of our protocol about going to the front office for the issue of a new key.But she said no she wants the key brought here to her. Knowing that she was drunk I just asked for her key to check. And I take adult courses, learning things I don't know. And other things. There are always other things.But husbands when they retire? They have nothing. Their work wassomewhere else -- home was only where they ate and slept. So whenthey retire and have to spend their days home, that's all they knowhow to do. Eat and sleep. They think maybe they should besomewhere else. They really do think they're nowhere.I watched George thrash about with this thought day after day, andmy heart went. These were not as important as next year when we would be sitting our standard grades. At my age of sixteen I should have been sitting them this year, but since I had been held back a year because of my accident I would be sitting them at the same time as Katy. Because of this, from being the youngest in my year I was now the oldest.It was also Katy's much heralded, and in some ways argued about, fifteenth birthday. This fell on the seventeenth of March, which of course was Saint Patrick's Day..