"She raised her chin and sniffed. "Marsha's had dozens and dozens of lovers, young and old. And, and, that Michaels girl, she's always got a new boyfr...end." Are they sluts?"She nodded."And you want to be like them?"She shook her head."How many did you do tonight?" Two, but I've had both of them before." Then she put her hand to her mouth and blushed. "That was mean," she said."It's pretty bad when your mother can't trust you."She nodded."She could send you away to school, to a girl's school way. She misses him lying next to her in bed at night and cuddling and she especially misses him touching her in a way that a husband should touch a wife to help her release. Instead it is all left up to her as she lets the warm water and the bubbles caress her body and engulf her cares away. She slowly strokes herself as she remembers what sexual novel she read earlier in the week with the explicit sex scenes. She touches herself and caresses her own breasts as she relaxes her body in the darkness. The entire campus, students and faculty alike, was going nuts all week, and the town joined in on the celebration. Local businesses put up signs and banners, the bars were practically giving away beer, and the streets around campus, and even into the downtown area, were all decorated with flags and streamers in orange and blue.Very little in the way of constructive schoolwork got in the way of the festivities. Naturally, we practiced every day, but classes were pretty slipshod, there was very. You’re three years over that ... so by that reckoning, you’re not too young ... or I’m not too old.”“You ARE older, Darren. You can’t deny the fact.” She kissed his cheek. “It’s okay. I think maturity, experience and seasoning count. I might not always have felt that way, but I do now.” She ran her fingers through his graying hair. “I think your salt-and-pepper hair looks distinguished.” Marcia caressed his chest. “You have a good build and you’re not bad looking, Darren. All that’s less.