”“I understand. Take as much time as you need,” he replied. “I’ll be there for you.”“Oh, I know you will be. I know it.” She reached i...to her bag and handed him an envelope. “Here’s some cash for the bus card.”“I told you there’s no hurry.”“One thing my parents taught me was to pay my debts,” she replied. Jason opened the envelope, removed the bills and slipped them into his wallet. “I hope me being here won’t get you into trouble.”Jason opened his arms to her and they embraced. He held her. She said she was busy, but could meet up on Monday evening, again ’for a drink’.Around 9pm I was sat waiting in the same local bar we had met before, this was becoming ‘our place’. Then I saw Sharon arrive, she looked amazing in a tight short black mini-skirt, and a lovely tight green top showing off a bit more lovely cleavage than before. It looked like maybe she had been to the salon to have her hair done too.She came over with a big smile and gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips. She always. Stopping with the guys after work for a beer was boring and tame. Even the few dates I went on seemed uninteresting. I didn't know what was the matter with me, but some one else did — my father. He and I really didn't get along and as far as I was concerned it was all his fault. He had come home from War Two, stayed with my mom and me for about two months and then he split. One day he left for work and never came home. Six months later he was back. He and my mom disappeared into their bedroom. He watched his young lover's facial expression as she sank down completely engulfing him. He had never made love with anyone so beautiful. "Perhaps," he thought to himself, "I should ask this girl to marry me. Even if it turns out that she is after my money, I can afford it. Besides, the sex would be worth it!" Gretchen began rising and falling. The rhythmic movements began with gentle motions, but built up to a bed shaking crescendo as both participants reached a mutual climax. Their.