There were only two people remaining in the office and they looked at me funny. I couldn't help getting the feeling that they knew what had happened t...o me. I was sure that was just my imagination, though. Everyone couldn't know the torment that I was being put through.I went to my car and started home. Half way to my apartment I passed the Goodwill thrift shop and I remembered the alterations that Jamal had required in my dresses. I pulled into the parking lot and shut off my car. I sat in my. "Do you tell many people about what you were like back then?" I ask. "Oh they know, I sure got around back then", she laughs again. She seemed to gather herself at this moment and realise who she was talking to. "You're still a bit young I suppose".I wasnt going to let it slide that easily thought, I could feel the sexual tension between us. "I'm not young, Ive been with many girls", I announced to her. This caught her by surprise and I was encouraged by her smile. It seemed lost in the moment. ” The words come out in a stammer but I hold her eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin give me direction to practice interactions with others. If our time together isn’t purely sexual release, there is some agenda, some purpose for me to learn. Her eyes are fixed on mine as I lean forward to bring our faces ever closer together. I now whisper, “You’ve done so much … given so much … been so caring ever since … since … I want to thank you, Sarah.”I close the remaining gap between our faces, mine lips. "Goddammit," I muttered to myself as I put the bags down to go fetch the damn oranges."Are these yours?" an amused voice came from behind me. I turned around to see my favorite neighbor standing at bottom of the staircase, holding an orange. I chuckled."Yes, I guess I stuffed my grocery bags a bit too full," I said as I made my way down the stairs to him. He handed me the orange and helped me pick the other ones up."Do you need help?" he asked kindly."If it isn't too much to ask, yeah," I.