The young Vulcan was still trying to understand how such small things could make such a big difference. Smiling was just a small change in her face's ...ppearance, yet it was obviously enough of motivation for him to endure hours of immobility and meditation, something that was definitely not a natural talent of his. Also the seemingly irrelevant fact of sleeping without clothing, making the difference between waking up in contentment or waking up with so much pleasure, that it was strong enough. I was after 10:00 p.m. and there was no one else other than the gentleman and myself in the pharmacy at the time He stepped from behind the counter to comfort me. He placed his arm around me as I cried, my tears soaking his shoulder. "I feel so damn stupid for letting this happen." I sobbed trying to regain my composure. The man, whose name I never got, reminded me of my own father. The fact that my own father was lying in hospital bed only served to heighten my emotional release. "Honey, this. ‘Was it only the one kid?’ Miles asked. ‘Yes I thought it was love. He pursued me the whole year and I was flattered. He was one of those glib, older than his years teens. I know it’s no excuse but I didn’t feel that I was a pervert. It just felt good. He was almost eighteen and when he graduated and left me, I was heart broken. He told some of his friends who hit on me the next school year. I resigned immediately and took the job with QE2.’ She informed Miles. What dose he want, I am assuming. I was fully exposed now and just wanted to get in the water to hide myself. He helped me walk to the edge let me go. There was a huge splash of water as he jumped in ahead of me. I leaned forward and basically fell into the water. The warm feeling of the water swept over me again and I loved the feeling everywhere on my body.I pulled myself up again, but staying afloat on the water proved challenging. Since my foot ached every time I moved it. I could feel myself going down every time I stopped.