Shoulders dropping, the boy walks away. Unaware that they can be heard (or maybe not) I hear a sharply whispered "As if!" A pained look crosses the bo...y's face and is quickly replaced by a studiously blank expression.I wait for a moment and then, setting my cup down, I walk in the boy's direction."Hello," I say quietly."Uh, hi," says the boy."I'm Miss Frazier," I say by way of introduction. "I'm a friend of Mr. Cooke's." Oh." What's your name?" Jeff." Oh, you're Jeff? I heard someone say that. After talking with both my parents, we decided it might be better if I transferred back home to the State University after all.I wasn't exactly homesick, but I'd grown increasingly dissatisfied with how disconnected I'd come to feel from any meaningful social interaction during my day to day living. Somewhere along the way, I'd stopped caring about the direction my life was taking.I felt that I was mostly cast adrift, moving along without anyone being in control. I knew I wasn't in control. I. I have no talent but I do work hard cutting grass or shoveling snow. The way I get away from it all is reading your stories and writing to you. I used my savings to come a thousand miles to see you, not to hurt you. I'm staying just one night at that little motel on the corner. I'm sorry if I scared you."She touched my hand. "Herman, I'm so sorry. I didn't know something like this would happen. No one has ever bought me flowers, not even Roy. I made a big mistake writing lies to you. I don't. I had met my husband in this job, and we had been celebrating our first anniversary, and using this works party as a continuation of our celebrations.I felt great, not only on the outside with everything apparently falling into place, but on the inside, as sex, was better than great, and I was, as my husband knew, a sex addict, I loved fucking.I was a born fantasist, and knew the value of my body and good looks, what girl doesn't. I had a fab body and long shapely legs, a cute bubble ass, and.