It wasn’t about Trudy; it was about me and getting my head clear.As I let the heat and steam work out my tensions, I thought about how Connie had ap...roached me. No matter how I looked at it, I just couldn’t see the quid pro quo that Joyce was alleging. Connie hadn’t made any demands, and had shown every sign of being a typical, nervous teenager. There was also no question about her virginity - that wasn’t something she could have faked. Maybe Connie really was that cold and calculating and. I got to be as strong as you.”“I don’t feel strong.”“You are, Mick. You are.”Renee walked over to her backpack and pulled out her purse. She took out her phone and pushed the power on button. She held it as it booted up and as soon as it was fully powered on it began to chime with messages and texts. The texts were all from Stan and all said ‘Call me ASAP’. The voice mails were basically the same thing.“I’m gonna call him before I eat.”“Wow, you are strong. Before coffee!”“Shush!” She. ‘No, Ricky. Stay where you are. I know you’re hurting as much as I am,’ she said. I nodded gratefully. ‘She’s going to be ok. I just know it,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry that she turned away from you Rick. I know that she loves you but she has had such a hard time with her father’s death.’ ‘That’s okay. She has her own life to live. All I want is for her to get better,’ I said. I stayed until visiting hours were over and was back early the next day. The next five days were the same. I would be there. Throw me the twenties one at a time. You get to evaluate all of me." She kissed him again and strutted off, Phil watching the twitch of her butt."Hi Phil, I'm Lana," said the black woman sitting herself in Sandy's seat. "Shanda has a treat for you. Me too, actually." Phil's eyes travelled over the svelte body of the young woman. A little bustier, her figure otherwise resembled Sandy's. Her face was lean. It reminded him a little of Marisol's only with smaller and happier eyes.During Sandy's.