“Look, stop apologizing. I know that something more than just talking with Eric happened that night. So please, just tell me everything, no more apo...ogies, no sugar-coating, let's just get through this.” I said.Lori's hands were shaking as reached for her coffee cup, her mouth obviously dry, but she managed to take a sip without spilling it. Then she set her cup down and studied my face for a moment, “Okay, you’re right," she said, "but it’s not your fault, I knew what I was doing, and I know. After Will closed the store that night he retrieved the card from his pocket. At the top it said “Sewing – Alterations-- Creations” with “ALL THAT’S JAS” centered and Jasmines phone number below but, no address. Will concluded she was just having fun with him, but perhaps, he would call, next week. She sure did seem to be quite friendly. Sundays Will reserved for his own cars and he had a key to the store if, he needed parts. Engrossed under the hood, in old coveralls, Will hadn’t shaved that. .. they missed her."I wasn't sick." Sure you were. A Doctor Timothy Leary called you in." When was this?" Ten days ago." Who is Doctor Leary?" Ladies? If you'll all just look this way..."FLASH FLASH FLASH!When she got home ... the addition was still there ... her husband Al got home a day later and wanted to know who da fuck had been messing with his parking spot ... although the new back room was a perfect place for a nursery and it was about time they stopped practicing and got serious about. Her hand was stroking a hard penis that was attached between her legs. Her voice was deep, and it was moaning. "Janelle, I love you. Why did you have to die?"The voice belonged to Bob, Janelle's boyfriend. She felt her hand stroking him, and that wasn't too strange; she had touched his sex organ before, even kissed it. What was strange was the feeling of the strokes in her body. Janelle slowed the hand and moved it gently until it was stroking just the head of the penis. Then she moved it back.