" Huh?" The more that I'm with the two of you, the more... I've told you that I'm drawn to you, Jim."I was confused. "Drawn to me, how?" Sexually."Oh,...shit. I remembered Camille telling me that. I thought we got past that, though.Camille saw my expression and said, "I'm not sure why I feel that way with you. It might be your tickets, but I know that I don't feel that way toward Tim Hawking." I'm sorry, Cammy..." There's another problem, Jim." What?" I asked."It's something that I avoided. I wondered if I could draw her now.I remembered in high school the library possessed one book, one book only, that featured a tiny photograph of a native African woman, bare breasted. Boys would sneak into the library and wait to be unnoticed, slink down to the lower shelf that stored the book of female mystery. The topic regarding the book was talk outside the school and it took brave plans to get access to the photo without getting caught. Such was life-parochial.I was just babbling to myself. .. wanted to know what happened. She even wanted to know who it was that accused me. We had been close before all the crap and the divorce, and ... she asked her mother about it. Why, for instance, I wasn’t in jail because of it. Her mother told her she didn’t believe I was as innocent as I claim. I told her she could call my accuser. And she did.”“And she realized you were innocent.”“Yes. She said she wanted to run away. I convinced her not to. But her mother gave into her. Let her come. I then asked her if she was married or anything and she showed me her hand and there was a wedding ring on her finger. I then said dam and she laughed but she said would you want to fell my pussy ? I then said yes. And she lifted her skirt up and said here touch it so I touched it. It felt moist and soft and I started to rub her clit. Then I saw some people walking towards are direction. I then said your making me so horny and she said I was making horny to so I said we can go over there in.