A quiet session with a book does the trick.Except it doesn’t when Jim – I later learned that was his name – was outside working on his Buick. On...those days my head was craned, sucking in every detail of his body as he bent over the hood, wiping it down with a cloth, or doing something in the engine compartment. That sweet ass looked fine, stretching against the fabric of his cargos. I imagined all the stimulating things I could do with it, given the chance.On the day in question I noticed he. “That will be interesting to watch, at long-distance, like with an A-bomb test!”We both laughed, then said ‘goodbye’ and hung up.I finished editing my paper, checked my watch, and decided I had enough time to go to the computer lab and create the final copy I would hand in. I did that, and returned to the dorm just in time to join the gang for lunch. Clarissa came by to get me and stepped into my room.“Done?” she asked.“Yeah. It was way more work than I’d intended to have to put into this. When i get out of the shower and go back to my room i notice my cloths have been moved, so i put my shorts on and go out and sit down with Beth and we start watching TV,after while she ask me if i have any girlfriends and say no not for a while now. why ? well i just havent found the right one,And then she says i noticed you watching me today, and when put your clothes away i seen you have some big panties and diapers with you,why do you have them with you. Well i have a fetish for older women. “No trashy babies, sorry. It’s just your wife going crazy. Nothing is working out for me today,” I replied, letting my emotions seep through my voice.I used one of my blouse sleeves to wipe away at my tears.I was home now, safe, and I could stop pretending I had it all together.“God, Emma, what happened?” James asked, his voice full of concern.“Everything,” I cried.Upon seeing me and the disaster I had made of our kitchen, his amusement had turned into worry and he rushed to wrap his arms.