Her arm across my chest feels warm and I follow with a finger the vertical and horizontal scars on her wrists. Fading wounds of an earlier life, an un...appy life. Although these physical scars fade some wounds remain open. Even if she seek professional help, it takes time until these wounds have a place in her life and she has regained her self-confidence and faith in the rest of the world.I love to touch her naked body when I see her in the shower but I'm worried about her when I see her. Please see mebefore you leave." Just great," I thought... "The school year is just starting and I'malready getting into trouble."After the bell rang, I slowly packed up my stuff, allowing all the otherstudents to leave before I went up to the teacher. I didn't wanteveryone else hearing me get yelled at."Ah, yes Jim," she said as I approached Mrs. Ferguson. "Here, I've got aletter I want you to give your mother."What is it about?" I asked, getting worried."Don't worry, you're not in trouble. But. The house had supposedly been standing there since well before theCivil War but was well maintained. It was also huge and Sal took mearound to the back to show me a set of old wooden stairs that led up tothree small apartments. The one on the left was mine.So life picked up a little for me. The apartment wasn't great but itwas clean and neat, the former occupant had been an older man who hadlived there for decades, or so I was told.My next-door neighbor was a middle-income prostitute who made. Blush for me, Margaret."Ignoring him, "We only get one chance at a first time - you're still too big, even bigger, and I'm as good as brand new since then... we'll set a timer; an hour should be forever enough, for tonight anyway" she said, disguised as if an afterthought, feigning calm. She took George's hand between her own, first kissing then wetly sucking his middle finger. She brought his hand around her waist and again down the back of her swimsuit and between her cheeks, encouraging his.