I never crossed a line, although at times, we did have inappropriate conversations, we'd gone as far as playing truth and dare in the living room when...we were home together with her teenage friends, and I know that had someone said something to the wrong person, I'd be judged, criticized, insulted, and called out. I just never worried about it. I was having fun, being different, letting my hormones go crazy, and not even touching anyone that I shouldn't touch. I just kept staring, looking, and. I was, too, like a wild a****l. She was just wearing panties, warm wool socks, and her panda hat, and it was so hot as innocent look. I pulled her legs closer to me and my head went down, looking for the paradise hidden under the white cotton walls of her panties.I didn’t take off the panties at first, I just started to kiss over them and lick them with my tongue. Her hands again pushed my head closer, deeper, and her legs crossed over my back as the panties went wetter. Finally, I couldn’t. Lee Taylor. Jersey number forty-nine.Unable to not smile, because of ... things, I clicked to accept the call andturned the volume on the computer down low. A second later, the screenfilled with Lee's image. At least, the part of him above the waist, that is.He was sitting at a desk, obviously in his bedroom. You know, based on thebed visible behind him. He had on a light gray t-shirt that did absolutelynothing to hide how well-defined his chest was. His hair looked a bit damp,like he'd just. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, Scott slowly got up, dazed and heartbroken. He moved the candles off the cardboard box and gently placed them on the snow covered ground. Then, he took the stained towel The Little Candle Girl had used as a makeshift tablecloth, and gently covered her fragile body with it. At that poignant moment, Scott realized in his heart he was not going to drive his car off the Mill Street Bridge. He would try to save his marriage, and more.