I finally called her after agonizing over what to say. Of course it went to her answering service and I left a bleak message asking her to call me whe... she had a chance. Pathetic!I called her a couple of times over the next few weeks but she never called back. I stopped by one of her classes but found out she had taken a leave of absence. I was going crazy, fighting off bouts of depression. How could I have been so wrong? I knew she loved me — that's not easy to fake!Finally I went back to the. “She said secrets,” he said. “There was morethan one.”“I’m not telling you the other one yet,” she said.“That’s enough anger and humiliation for one day. I’msuddenly exhausted, and all I want to do is go to bedand hold you.” She wept in his arms a long time,occasionally saying, “Poor Joan,” before falling asleep.He pulled free of her and got up, but she didn’t wake upuntil almost dinnertime and went to bed early. But that wasn't the case. He opened a wooden box on his coffee table and I could see a baggie of what looked like marijuana and a half dozen or so rolled fat joints inside the box. He pulled out two joints and a lighter and offered one of the sticks to me. I hadn't smoked pot in a long time but confess I was very eager to do it!!"This is some good shit!" he exclaimed as he lit my joint first and then fired up his own. I hit it hard and deep sucking down all the smoke I could - I didn't want. Again I looked at Lou, this time in a different light. I mean they were telling me she was more than available; she was willing and wanting too. My body pre-empted any adverse reaction my mind might have had. My cock began to involuntarily respond to their suggestions. Sitting, leaning back on the concrete wall with my legs out in front of me, looking at the view of Mother Nature before me, my cock began to slowly swell and rise in front of me. Nev and Lou didn’t miss my response to their.