John spotted Catherine’s work dress, and saw that the stitching round the zip was completely torn - it must have been ripped off her back. Then ther... was the heat; the bedroom was roasting, and thick with the stench of sweat and sex - which had clearly been going on for sometime. On the bed, Dario, with his toned and muscular back to him, was fucking his wife, doggy-style. She was at a slight angle, but It was definitely Catherine, as John spotted her tattoo on her foot. Her large breasts. ~ After dinner that evening she showered and feigned a headache so she could turn in early without any pesky questions. Back in her bedroom, she turned off the light and lit a candle and some incense. Turning on her stereo, she selected her favourite track on her Beethoven CD and pressed play. The first soft, haunting notes of the seventh symphony, second movement, filled the room and she turned the volume down low and crawled into bed. This piece of music always made her feel sensual and. "Don't look at me," she held up her hands. "Cammie and I had fifth period lunch last year." And this is your eighteenth birthday, right?" Tanya asked."Yes," I agreed slowly.Tanya's lips were stretched tightly across her mouth."Excuse me," she said, standing up abruptly."Excuse me," I said as I watched her put her tray away and leave the cafeteria. "Jeanne, can you... ?" I'll get your tray," she said. "Just go. You are such an ass."I caught up to her in the hallway."Tanya," I grabbed her. “Plans, long range I mean, not this weekend? Where are you headed? Do you know? College?” I mentally put the weekend on hold.“Get out of here next year with some summer courses; finish college in three, masters before I’m twenty.”I nodded and chewed, puzzled and impressed. Most of the people I knew didn’t plan much past their next bathroom break. “How old are you, don’t mind my asking?”“Not unless it’s for foul purposes. I’m jailbait, thirteen, but I’m taking junior English this semester.” She.