Like Gary’s email said, there was no point in pretending anymore. But her hands refused to obey. Once again the phone fell silent, unanswered. Juli... felt like a coward and a failure for not answering, facing him directly. She was stronger than that, wasn’t she? She wasn’t going to fall apart. She couldn’t let herself. And she also needed some clarification of what he intended to do with the compromising photos he had of her. Were they going to be in his back pocket at the divorce proceedings. .. I don’t have my shopping bag. I mentally retrace my steps, coming to the conclusion that I’ve left it in the bar. ‘Fuck,’ I mutter to myself, praying to the patron saint of lost causes or lost dildos or whoever that no one looks in the bag.I’ve just slipped my shoes back on when there is a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. I open it, half expecting it to be Joanne despite her saying it would be a while and am surprised to see Ash standing there.“Hello Susan”: she smiles. “I was just returning some. I had to go through with this.And there it was. My first chance to show someone my uncovered body. He was running down on the grass, eyes straight ahead as he jogged along one of the many paths on campus. He was the type that was always running without a shirt on, and honestly, neither of us would go unnoticed for entirely different reasons. He didn't quite have a six pack or anything, but his muscles were well-defined, and there's a part of me that gets excited about that type of guy seeing. "Can you do my back?" asked Ronnie as she handed Chelsea the loofah and the body wash. Chelsea smiled and took the items. She slowly lathered young Ronnie's body up. Ronnie placed her hands against the shower wall and Chelsea gently cleaned her.Ronnie closed her eyes and spread her legs as Chelsea's hand moved down her body. Chelsea ran the sponge across her ass and down between her legs. Ronnie's eyes opened and she turned around. They looked at each other for a second before Chelsea leaned in.