Everything was, in the parlance of the lawyer shows on television, circumstantial.Even so, I couldn't help but be depressed.Maybe she doesn't love me ...nymore. Perhaps I should take Eric's advice, just let it go. Go back to Florida, forget about Kayla, have fun with Alex. Have fun with Erin.But there really wasn't a future in my relationship with either Alex or Erin. Shit, they would be the first to leap up and declare it along with me.But is there a future anymore here at home?I just didn't. So what are we doing today?”“Well we can call Chris and Stephanie back and see if they have plans for today, if they don’t we can go hang with them, if they do it can just be me and you again today.”“I like the sound of that, we can pick up where we left off last night.”“Left off? We had enough sex to last us three months! How are you not tired?”“Because I’m the daughter of a nymphomaniac who passed the trait on to me, which means it’s more than double the effect than it was on her, which means. Muscles clench and nerves flutter in my stomach but at the same time I can feel a slight throbbing begin between my legs. I do want this, after all. I’m completely turned on but just a bit nervous that I somehow won’t live up to all these years of anticipation on Jackson’s part. He holds up a bottle of sun tan lotion to show me, then steps over and unties the strings of my white bikini top. Pouring some lotion into his hands he begins to smooth it into my shoulders and down my back, stroking. They missed. The score remained 20-10 Wolverines.Cornwall's defense was starting to tire. Drew picked up five to eight yards a play on every play. After five running plays we went for the end zone. Ed faked a hand off to Drew who attracted most of the defender's attention. I ran by the cornerback. The free safety took the bait and stepped forward to try to stop Drew. Ed lofted the ball to me and I ran for the end zone, untouched. Hal kicked the PAT. Score: 27-10 WolverinesCornwall tried passing.