We fell in love years ago, back in high school, but it didn't last more than a year or so, our careers taking us different directions. We remained clo...e friends, some times drifting, but always being there for each other, supporting through tough times. "Its too much Tom," she said slowly, "I need to be loved and no-one out there knows who I am to love me." "You just need to open up to them the way you opened up to me" I replied. "But I can trust you. I can't trust them" she rebutted, now. ‘Don’t touch me, stop that’. The girl had the decency to look embarrassed when her nipples became erect. He could see the disbelief in her eyes and the denial, but most of all, anger. Quickly losing interest with the tits he looked down to her panties, it was nothing special, no thong or something just normal, boring, white panties. John reached down and rubbed her clit through the soft fabric. ‘no, no, no, no, no, please stop it’ the girl was pleading with tears running down her face now.. “Do you now?”I smiled back. “Look at me, I'm a pale white woman in my forties, of course I do.”“That’s funny,” he said.“I’m Lindsay.” I offered my hand.“Terrance.”We shook hands but didn’t say anything for a minute or so. But he saw me smiling and asked, “Have you smelled many sweaty black men before?”“Not many, just a few.”He laughed again and the driver didn’t seem to be paying attention while we made small talk. I told Terrance that I went to the YMCA but I’d thought about Planet Fitness and. The office door opened and Mrs Dickinson stood there, looking a lot more imposing today than she did last night. She looked across to me.‘Mrs Lonsdale. So glad you could join us. Please come into my office.’I was already feeling on the defensive. Mrs Dickinson’s tone demonstrated that she was displeased with me. Remembering her glacial stare, I wasn't sure whether she was angry about last night, or because I was late this morning. I remembered that, unlike the girls who went before me, I was.