She clung to him, drawing him in as she arched up, trembling, trying to hold back. But he was too much, and she lost it, coming in one wave of heat af...er another.When she caught her breath he was still hard, still moving. She lay there for a minute, but she had to move, feeling the tension already stealing through her. She ran her hands up his arms, his shoulders, his neck, drawing him down for a fiery kiss. He was moving faster, and she could sense he was getting close. It spurred something in. They’re a mess!?Barbara looked at Helen as though she had just been slapped.?I can’t believe you’d say that. My father’s dead and barely in the ground. How can you be so cruel???Well, I know you two weren’t that close. I don’t think he liked you very much, and I don’t think you liked him much either. So let’s just get things rolling here.?The tears started welling in Barb’s eyes and she began to shake.?I hate you, I hate you! You’re a bitch, and I hate you!? With this she jumped up and ran. “Don’t worry, I’d do the same,” I said. “Hang on and I will fetch a sponge to clean them before the stain dries.” Come hell and high water I was set to do the sponging on that most sensitive part of the masculine body I’d missed so much in not having a man around any more. And when I did he looked shocked at first, having held out his hand to take the sponge but not having a hope in hell’s chance of taking it from my eager fingers. I perched on my knees and went for it. The stain had already. .There she was on this hot August afternoon in the shade of a large tree in that same park and she was alone so I asked Wallace "Who is that cute girl over there?" he said "Her? She's Sheila she don't talk to nobody she broke up with her husband a while ago..." I said "Broke up huh? Maybe she will talk to me?" Wallace said "Go for it Billy" He expected me to fall on my face and thought Sheila would never talk to a white boy she did not know but I was confident and young and had some beer.