But Nanci looked even older than Michelle really was -- the bruises and the air of defeat added to that.After all the stories, Scooter was prepared to...instantly dislike the girl, but thought she might as well be civil. "What happened to you?" she asked as they walked over toward the restrooms where there was a soda machine."The guy I was living with knew I had a little money and wanted to buy drugs," she said, almost crying. "I couldn't take that shit anymore and knew I had to get out of. "Why are we stopping here?" I asked"Well, the night’s been so nice I figured we could get to know each other before I take you home"“It's getting late and we both have work tomorrow. I think we should call it a night"He looked annoyed but then he smiled and said, " I guess you're right. How about a quick kiss and then I'll get you home"He leaned towards me and I turned my face to his, letting his lips settle on mine. His kiss felt nice so I let it linger a bit longer but just as I was about to. Her heart raced and she was very aware of the wetness that was in her panties from the anticipation of what the next hour would hold. Ceras and her husband had been swinging for years, they had a very hot and healthy sexual relationship...but this...this was unchartered territory for them. Her husband has been the one to suggest it to her, in fact it was her husband who texted Ceras's lover to arrange the meeting. Ceras had seen the last text her husband had sent...he ended it with "remember. Miller looked up at the ceiling as if asking for strength as he walked back to his desk.Mr. Miller turned to face Mary. He sat on the edge of his desk – the same spot Brad had been sitting but a few minute earlier (Mary chuckled a bit at the thought). “What’s so funny?” asked Mr. Miller. Mary shook her head and apologized. Mr. Miller sighed again. “Mary,” he continued, “what’s going on here? Are you going to tell me what really happened?”Mary looked up at him, blankly. “I already told.