“You want me to give you a ride?” The question hung in the air between us thickly as I tried to process what she’d just implied. Fifteen I was, ...tupid I wasn’t. She rested her hard sided briefcase on the cheap wooden slats masquerading as a bench that jutted out from the inner wall of the bus shelter. People began moving closer to the curb, and I could see my bus just two blocks down. With her hand still resting on the case, Isis leaned in close once again. “Tick tock, friendly neighbor.” I. " She added. Ashley tossed and turned for an hour; looking at her clock she saw it was 11:30. She could feel herself aching between her legs as she thought of what to do about Mark. Getting up she walked quietly towards Mark's door, she was so lost in thought she forgot to put on her night shirt and opened Mark's door and went in. The light from the TV shone and Mark saw Ash approach him in bed. "She's naked" He said to himself. She sat down next to him and said "I was talking to Mom and she. Looking back on her relationship with him she realized that it was more satisfying than her silly marriage even if they had only coupled the one night under the watching moon. Her husband had taken to drink and the use of his thick black belt as an instrument of punishment for imagined mistakes. She knew that in all honesty she had accepted it all because she did have a deep-seated conviction he was her soul-mate underneath all his faults.Honey pushed all those negative thoughts out of her head. "Do either of you want anything?" You to sit down," Hope told him in no uncertain terms, rising to her feet. "I'll get it." I can manage." He assured her, wobbling slightly as he stepped away from the support of the wall."So can I. Sit."He realised just how ill he was when he noticed he was halfway to the couch without putting up a struggle."What did I miss?" he finally managed, slumping heavily onto the seat."Not much. We've both been mopping you down, keeping you cool and catching sleep when.