“You were pretty clear.”It was time for lunch, so we went to the kitchen to eat, then I gathered my things and put them in the car. Mom and Dad sh...wed up with Clark just after 3:00pm, and after saying ‘goodbye’ to everyone, Clark and I headed back to McKinley.November 27, 1981, McKinley, Ohio“Hi!” Nancy gushed when I walked into the Quick Mart.We exchanged a quick kiss, then I did a bit of shopping. We shared another quick kiss before I left to take my things back to the dorm. I did some. Suddenly, the train stopped – there must have been traffic or a backup on the track. Moans and sighs of the unhappy morning commuters broke out.I noticed she tried using her cell phone again, but seemed frustrated – they won’t work in the underground subway tunnels.Her c***d began to fuss and just then she leaned forward a little – accidentally pressing her fat Arabic ass against my boner bulging through my gym shorts.On my God – is this real, did it just happen?For not actually having. It’s too damn fucking cold for September. Even the weather is against me. Thanks, God. That’s really kind of you! Fuck it. At what stage of grief am I right now? What did I read about that once? Oh yeah, five stages… something about denial, then followed by anger. I guess I’m at anger. Mad at me. Mad at Peg. Mad at God. Especially mad at God. Why me? And where the hell are you now anyway God? The funeral kinda took care of denial. Not much choice in that one. Oh shit, next comes depression.. She kissed him again, this time with more passion, her lips moist and softer against his.Jenny watched as his eyes close in acceptance, and his arms dropped from her back, but the hand still on her naked shoulder was again rubbing. She wanted this young man, half her age, more than she thought she could have wanted a man. It was not that it was Billy in particular, but because it was forbidden.Her tongue slipped into his mouth to spar with his tongue. Loud, slopping noises could be heard from.