"While I was sitting there, I heard someone come out to throw out some garbage. I didn't hear them go back in, but the rain and the thunder were so lo...d that I wasn't sure. I didn't move, and then a voice, a woman's voice, said, 'If you want to get dry, you can come inside.' I didn't know who she was, or why she was making the offer, but I was too wet, and too miserable to refuse, so I went inside."Clara grinned for a moment as she remembered her first meeting with the woman who was to become. After that Jack just lay back and rested in the afterglow of the ejaculation with his hand still in its holding position around his cock which was now lying limp and satisfied. It was in this position that Jack nodded off to sleep again and it was in this position that Susan woke him up some forty five minutes later.“Come on, sleepy head” Susan said as she shook Jack’s shoulder. “Get up or we will miss the bus. Come on Nudie Boy - get in the shower then get some breakfast and hurry it up!”Jack. How could something like that just happen? But it had. For a moment he fell into the now familiar daydream remembering those few days he’d spent as Helen’s Lochinvar. Since returning to Seattle he’d just wandered restlessly from one thing to another. He did manage a few productive hours on his consulting business, but it didn’t seem fair to charge the clients for more than half the time he spent trying to concentrate on their problems. He had walked miles around Green Lake every day since his. And last night was a good party! His throbbing head reminded him of that fact. Slowly he climbed the steps to Haller Hall that housed the Geology Department, pushed on the ornate door handle, and slipped inside. The huge wooded door creaked on its hinges as it closed behind him. Inside the building, he was greeted with the musty odor of a century-and-a-half of aging in the three-story Victorian structure. Slowly he made his way up the three flights of wrought iron stairs. Each of his steps.