Lena jabbed him again, knowing this to be one of Matt’s little tricks to make her think she’d really hurt him. He laughed and began to tickle her ...gain. As her father pulled away, her eyes flickered to the window over Matt’s shoulder and there it was, like a cargo ship coming into harbour far too fast, the huge 18-wheeler came roaring down the road towards their emerging vehicle. There was no time to speak and nothing that could have been done if there was. The last thing Lena remembered. It took me a minute to realize that I was just in my boxers, no t-shirt and with morning wood. I left the door open for her and quickly ran to my room. She came inside and sat on the couch. I came out wearing a t-shirt and sweats and apologized to her.She said, “Oh, it’s completely fine, and you have a really good body. You shouldn’t be hiding it,” and winked at me. I was a little confused and happy at the same time. She had come to give some dosa she made for breakfast. Since her husband was. Now he was rock hard, harder than I'd ever felt him. His face was turning just a bit blue.It wasn't safe. But it was hot.I released my grip, and his breath exploded in a quick gust. I arched my eyebrow and he gasped in, while my hand tightened around his neck. His hands clutched the bedsheets, half-grabbing them because he was scared and needed comfort, and half grabbing them because I'd commanded him to not touch me, and he was afraid he'd reach up to me in his lust. He loved my breasts,. The first afternoon I felt how wet I'd grown down there with watching,I think I understood. When I'd sat on the well-worn corduroy of thetrain seat, staring down the valley, at the river, at the trees andhorses running, when our eyes caught, one difference was the train hadstopped, our eyes had time to look and lock on one another. But therewas this difference, too: When I was on the train, when I was gazingout at her, I had not wondered, merely, what it might be like to livehere. I'd wondered.