Marilyn shook her head. “I need to think about this!” I nodded sympathetically. It was a lot to take in. “Want a drink?”“Sure.” I got up a...d followed her into the kitchen. I was wearing my regular slacks and a Hawaiian shirt. Marilyn had on pajamas under her heavy robe. She was still on the mend, and we hadn’t gotten around to testing out how well the stitches were holding, so she wasn’t trying to get me drunk and have her way with me, not yet at least. She sat down on a bar stool at the island. .. Iv'e been hoping I would see you again!" Bombawas already set for a rejection and smiled wide. "My place, Mustafa!" "Ahhh, which one, boss?" "Oh," he winced, "station number three is close!"Coley was a little confused at that. "Station 3. Is that your place?" "I don't really have my own place. Just pads I getto use wherever they send me!" "I don't care, really, it's fine!" "It ain't much!" he warned. "Let's go, Mustafa," Coley smiled at the driver."Station 3!" "Got. We started talking, and we each learned that the other was now single. Before I left the store, we made a date for the evening. I first met Cindy when I was in ninth grade and she was in the seventh. Our school had traveled to another for a basketball game and we made a connection during the game. On the way home, Cindy rode on my bus and we snuggled and kissed all the way. As is typical with very young relationships, it didn’t last long (not much opportunity to see each other) and we parted.. But right then it had been no solution.I can’t honestly blame them for being irresponsible and that their need for each other had won them over. Without thinking about it any more his big bare penis had entered her. They had both moaned loudly – my wife told me later it had been the best feeling ever. She had said it had felt so completely right and natural that it had been almost impossible to resist. They had made love maybe a minute completely in ecstasy and almost losing the sense of time.