When I woke alone at home the next morning I thought about the journey back and before I realized it, my hand was on my cunt and I felt horny. As it w...s a hot day I had put on a short loose skirt to keep cool. When I got on the bus that evening I pushed through the crowd to my usual place. Within a couple of minutes I again felt the hands on my cheeks, and within seconds they were under my skirt on my bare thighs. I must have jumped a bit at this intimate contact because a deep voice whispered. Someone must have tipped them off that he was breaking his curfew. Six o'clock every bloody evening. What did they think he was? A bloody eight year-old? It must be that Kylie bitch. Living next door she could see him doing a bunk over the garden fence. She was going to have to be taught a lesson. Was she watching for him now?He thought. What excuse was there for him going down to the bottom of the garden? It was all overgrown and there were no rubbish bins or anything down there to visit. He. They didn’t have to cut it.”“How long was I out?”“Oh. The um ... accident was Sunday. It’s Friday night now. You woke up Wednesday afternoon. They’d just told us ... told us you weren’t going to make it. Then all of a sudden you were awake and choking. I was praying for you, J. The whole time I was asking God to give you another chance.” She leaned in farther and gave me as much of an embrace as possible. I couldn’t lift my arms to return the gesture but I could feel her soft breasts pressed. Working past his injuries, he had rebuilt his body and was easily the sexiest man Wendy had ever seen. Wendy had just finished her 4th & final year on an Athletics Scholarship and was already hired into the position as Head Coach for the Track-n-Field Program at an exclusive local All-Girl’s Private College. While Tom & John went fishing, Wendy & William – “just call me Billy” – got to know one another anew. They went swimming, and made s’mores… and they talked. Wendy mentioned she was.