I rode to the airport in a panel van with seats. Usually those things had windows, but the church camp one carried people they obviously didn't want t... be recognized. I for one appreciated it. The drive was well over a half hour, and the wait at the gate was another half hour. My carry on bag was a large purse. I had my ID and some cash in the purse. Along with what for all the world would look like three number two wooden pencils of various lengths. The graphite had been replaced with a. ” I said holding the door that kept trying to slide back shut.“Shit,” she said, “That really sucks.”Ashley was a single 20 something blond that had a killer body and lived across the hall from me. She was always friendly to me and knew I was single but did not make any advances like she was interested and neither did I. Since my last break up I had sworn off relationships, “I guess I have too many quirks,” I thought at the time.She frowned as she grabbed the basket and headed back towards her. I decided that I had to do it, no more thinking about it.I found my lover to be right next door to my apartment. He was very handsome. He looked to be perfect. His body was built for strength and power yet his personality was playful. We met while I was jogging and he was out for a walk. My mind had drifted to my usual thoughts of perversion and I was racing home so that I could strip off these jogging shorts and relieve the sexual itch that was quickly building in my pussy. I approached a. I’ve got to take three buses to get to work. I live in the East End of Ottawa, in an area called Vanier. I’m about a ten-minute walk from the Saint Laurent Mall. To get to school, I catch the perpetually unreliable number nine bus heading to Hurdman, and catch the number four heading from Hurdman Station to Carleton University. When I’ve got to get to work, I catch the ninety six bus at Hurdman and if I’m lucky enough to catch it, I ride it to Bayshore Station where I’ll catch the number ninety.