” He had never kissed any woman in that manner and was so clueless it could be considered cute. She knew by the look in his eyes that he did not k...ow what she meant, so she instructed him. “I want you to take one of your hands and gently touch my face. Then I want you to slightly tilt you head to the right and kiss me.” Harold did as he was told but as he kissed her he noticed his desire for her grew stronger and he felt that the same was happening to her. As their lips met lust finally. ‘Yes, the courts have decided male prisoners may be made nude as punishment,’ informed the professor-looking woman. That pantsuit gave her an authoritative look, even if it wasn’t as attractive as what the younger girls were wearing. Most of the girls were wearing jeans and tight fitting shirts, with a few midriffs showing. A couple were wearing shirts and some had shinny makeup. None of them were wearing very formal clothes other than the professor. But they were all women and clothed while. He asked if I had anywhere to move, I told him not yet. He offered me a much smaller, top-floor room for $200/month less, which I took. The reason this matters to the story: Carol. She knew I had moved, and where. By this time, in addition to being without a car, Catol had lost her job. With no permanent address and no reliable transportation, she was again fucked - this time by circumstances, not by cock. She told me she was with someone else now (I think this was a jab at me, as I was alone),. She says as I wipe away one of her tears. Then whats this? I ask brushing away her hair over her forehead to see a mark from one of the rocks. It was dripping blood. Its nothing.. she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box. Sit still baby. I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. There you go. All better now. I see her smile as I know.