Jeff moved over and put his arm around my shoulders while I sobbedand sobbed, finally just wearing myself out and just sitting theretrembling and with... an occasional sob or tear. It took me severalhours to describe all the things that had happened to me since heleft for college. At one point I think Jeff didn't believe me till Iopened my coat and showed him the bruises that Mr. J's hands had lefton my naked body.After I finished my story, I was silent for a few minutes and thenbegan sobbing. We’ve been toying with this for so long and it was all safe. Now we’ve crossed the biggest, nearly the biggest, of lines. Early on, even though looking back I would have been comfortable then, I treated it more like, this is what you need. After everything you had been through, it did cross my mind whether you had almost got addicted.“Don’t laugh, it can happen. Soon it was apparent it was a growth of our need for each other. Love was never a question; we always have at one level or other. Now. You can always calm a man down by giving him a blowjob. And black men love their blowjobs, bless their hearts. The stalls had heavy wooden doors, with believe it or not, a 12 inch square hole cut right at the level of your dick when you were sitting down. Heavy rusty mesh was nailed over the hole so no fun could take place. I guess the assumption was that no one in the stalls would jerk off with their dicks in full view of people outside the stall if someone wanted to look. It didn’t work very. Of course she loved Phillip and Aaron, but deep within she knew she needed more. What, she wasn't sure. Perhaps some of that excitement of which she dreamed. She was being foolish she told herself. She had a loving husband and beautiful child. She should be content. Yet she knew she was not. Did she simply need to break the routine of wife and mother which seemed, at times, to weigh upon her? Was this all there was to life, seeing Aaron to his various activities, an occasional tumble in bed.