"Oh, fuck you," she said heatedly. "You're not even trying." No, fuck you," I said with equal passion. "I'm helping out a thirty-eight year old mother...of two college age kids who can't afford their tuition and who doesn't remember how to climax, and all you can think of is Connie fucking Templeton."I concentrated on my driving, and the inside of the car was silent for an awfully long time. Finally, I felt a set of fingers tracing along my arm. I looked over."I'm sorry," Becca said. "You know,. Have I done something wrong?”Lauren had looked horrified. “Oh my God, no!” she blurted out. At his curious but insistent gaze, she said, “I’m just, well, this is so new to me. This is the first time I’ve been out, well, with a man since my husband died. The last time I dated I was in college!”Peter’s eyes widened at this. He hadn’t suspected Lauren was a widow, since she no longer wore her wedding band. He drew her out about her marriage and family, curious and finding himself in uncharted. I started kissing her down there with my tongue and she told me where to kiss and lick. She told me not to stop until she said so. I kept kissing and licking and she kept squirming and moaning and telling me what a good boy I was. She finally started breathing very heavy and moaning and telling me dont stop that I was being such a good little boy for her. Finally she collapsed on the bed and told me it was ok to stop. She told me I did a fantastic job and that she had a reward for me. She. "No thanks."He took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa and only then did I sit down."What are you doing here?" he asked after a moment, looking in my direction."You said you were off at seven... and then a while ago when we drove past here I saw you were home... Listen, when you said you were getting off at seven, I wanted to see if you wanted to do something, but I didn't. I don't know if you have plans now but I figured... I'd at least stop by. Is that okay with you?" I finished, almost.