She turned, and walked over to me, drawing her hands up over her breasts, high-stepping towards me, one foot placed in front of the other, sinuous and...seductive. She slid slowly onto my lap, kissing my mouth. I ran my hand up the back of her neck, under the line of her hair, stroking at her skin. There was a light sheen on her, light, fragrant. As her legs settled against mine, I felt it even more. I slide my hand up over her ribs, and cupped her breasts, and then I knew for sure – Jessica was. It broke my heart to know you had to keep that to yourself."Scott had to blink to clear his eyes."When is your paper due?" she asked."There's time," he said, "will you walk with me?"She nodded.Scott took the report from the desk and slid it into a folder. He was unsteady on his feet.Janie accepted the offer of a jacket and they went out the Main Street door. Scott held her hand and they crossed the street.The sidewalks were full of afternoon shoppers. Soon, the campus would empty as the student. I think it also helped a lot that Peter was great looking, well groomed, in great shape and well to do. As I mentioned before, Peter was retired and financially more than comfortable. He spent a lot of daytime hours working out at the club. I'd joined him during my lunch breaks on a number of occasions and that's how I found out another reason for Peter's easy going confidence: Peter is well hung. Not obscene, soda can, trouser snake hung. Just big. And... he's not afraid to let you know it.... I never could figure that one out as all my friends knew why I had gone out to Australia. Maybe someone had their eyes on Becky and spread a rumour around. Becky must have assumed I had deserted her and she had started going out with lots of other of guys. Her best friend Julia told me she had been looking for someone to replace me, and had turned into somewhat of a slapper in the process. She apparently developed the reputation of allowing anyone into her pants. But that didn’t sound like the.