”“Example?”“Well ... you know how some folks, archeologists and such, extrapolate that girls mature sooner than boys?”“Go on.”“Trish w...s the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise.... It was hard and he was rubbing it up and down. ‘Now this was getting interesting,’ I thought to myself. The sight of him jerking off started to get me wet. I lifted my knees a bit to give my hand better access to my pussy and began to work first one and then two fingers in and out. I moved the hand that was caressing my boobs down to start working on my clit. I looked up again and noticed that my man was starting to rub his cock faster and faster. I continued to watch him as I worked my. “Can you give me a ride? I think I better run up to Sylvia’s to check in. I’ll introduce you to our gathering place up there. I’m sure we can make love. What was your name?”Suddenly I was, “WHAT?” in Mrs. Sutlevich’s basement again standing in front of her furnace. “Whh-h-a-a-a-at? Oh no.”[You remember Mrs. Sutlevich, the lady who short changed me with cash paying for the oil I’d just delivered to her storage tank? Chapter 28]Not what I was hoping for, another instant shift in my life, I turned. ‘Dear Mrs. Weathers: It’s with a heavy heart that I write you this letter. I was your husband’s commanding officer and I felt the need to write personally in order to tell you how sorry I am for your loss. By now you have received the telegram and already know that he is gone, but you also have the right to know how he died. Jeff was a very courageous man, whose loss was be felt by all of us. He died doing what he loved, for the people that he loved. He had I had come from the same area and we.