Although the conversations had grown much shorter and way too formal for our liking. The thought of meeting her again incited mixed emotions of elatio... and apprehension and I wasn’t even sure she might meet me. But she did. I called her up one day and her dad received the call. I have known her dad well since our first year and he wasn’t aware I was in his city let alone was to be pursuing a course here! He called me over for dinner and after a long and inconvenient bout of refusing with lame. Our age gap gave me insecure feeling too. I was prepared our affair would be a short stint, enjoyed while the going was thrilling was my stance. Love is intense and instinctual. It’s a potent cocktail of hormones, dopamine, and fiery lust. There’s very little if anything rational about it. I simply enjoyed his stamina and long endurance gave me surging good feeling in me led me along without a care. I just wanted him whatever the consequence. I was too sex starved that I only care by my side. In the west corner though, near the lake, there is a burial ground. Dates back to before the civil war, colonial times. Back in the sixties, some hippies filed to have it deemed sacred, historical ground. The Hathaways fought the injunction, but the land was fenced-off, deemed federal property.” He paused.“And your dad?”“No one knows. Like I was saying we were all down at the lake searching. He had doubled back to the mansion. Said he had a feeling. He was never seen again.”“Jesus, you lost a. Sit down and let me lotion up your back, then you can do mine, Ann said warmly. I was startled by how I felt when Ann put her hands on me. Her movements as she smoothed the sun block over my skin were long, stroking passes. When she covered my shoulders her hands slipped down my chest a bit, causing my own nipples to harden. What the hell, I thought, why would the touches of another woman do that to me? All done, sweetie, unless you would like me to do your legs, Ann suggested. No, Im fine,.