At lunch, Lynn was silently thrilled that it was Maria who served them on the veranda. She was hoping their eyes would meet again as they had done tha... morning, but, cognizant of the presence of Lynn's "husband", the dark haired beauty kept her eyes cast downward. Lynn was in torment, wanting to reach out, to touch, to fondle and be fondled, knowing it was out of the question. She yearned for this woman, yet Maria made no eye contact with her whatsoever, giving her, she realized, the irrational. I liked it.“So Gia, any plans for the weekend. We were thinking of having a girl’s night. Where, y’know we talk about boys, and sex and stuff.” They all giggled as though sex was a swearword. It was pretty embarrasing.“So you up for it?”“Um, you know what, i can’t tonight. My parents are going out, and i have to watch my little brother. Sorry, maybe some other time?”“Oh,yeah sure thats fine. Well,um, i guess we will see you next week. Where’s your better half at, anyway?’ My eyes welled up, as they always did when anyone referred to my late husband. It took me a second to reply to his innocent question. ‘He’s gone. He just didn’t wake up one morning last year. The doctor said it was a miracle he lasted as long as he did.’ ‘Oh, hell no,’ he said, and sat down behind his desk. ‘Damn, I thought he’d be around forever. Why didn’t you call me?’ I laughed bitterly. ‘How? I haven’t heard from you since we left here, sweetheart, and. It was the stupid boyscout Jon returning with his friend Tor!?!--Last weekend Jon poked me on FB and was sending me vids of him and his big buddy, wanking off on messenger while looking at my Xhamster page, laughing, saying a lot of offensive stuff about me. They clearly was drunk as skunks, but also made it clear they was "in charge of my ass" ... Guess he got me right where they wanted. Again I tried to explain to Jon, they are way to young for me and way to young for sex. I said I couldn't.