She never knocked so I guess I was lucky that she didn't find me with my hand in my pants or Rachel, butt naked, on top of me.⦁ She was carrying a b...ok and a black ribbon and an orange plastic flower she found somewhere.⦁ "You weren't masturbating, were you?' ⦁ "No, Ruth, I wasn't, but please knock, okay?...Jesus..."⦁ My mom told me Ruth was getting a little dingy.⦁ "It's okay if you do that, Sylvia, I do it a lot..".⦁ "I know, Ruth, you told me before..."⦁ "It's really healthy, you. “Life is quite straight for me. Its school to home and back. That pretty well sums it all.”“ Well what about your Husband ? Poor guy….missing out on such a beauty like you.”Well its Ego!!! I may not be divorced but I have a useless sexless loveless life,” I whispered. I was slowly cozying up to him. “Men ogle at me, I can see lust and passion in their eyes, women hate me.. Are envious perhaps, but deep inside me I am lonely and unfilled. What a strange situation!,” Well well .. Life has to go. Beside her stood Brian Frost. I picked up the picture to look more closely. They were holding hands!This was, perhaps, more serious than I thought. The photo was in a cheap dime store frame and the back practically fell into my hands as I held it. I started to reassemble the photo when I saw the folded piece of paper and a small piece of fabric concealed behind the backing. I opened the paper.‘Wednesday at 1:00. Memorize this map and then burn it!’ There were various landmarks and I could. The pair had grown into beautiful women, sensual creatures with full breasts and long, long legs.Oh God, why did they have to wear pantyhose?From the moment I'd seen them step out of their moms' cars, from the second I'd set eyes on their cut-off denim shorts and matching sheer black hose, they were all I could think about. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them. Everywhere I went in my house, they were there. I couldn't escape from them, whether in body or thought. It was maddening, baffling,.