After the next two hours, I chilled back on the sofa with him holding a cigarette on each other fingers. He asked me how I felt about the practice, is... it nice to jam at his place once awhile? I answered him and throw away my cigarette butt at the ashtray. strangely we I felt as if both of us wanted to do something yet, don't know how to approach each other. He cunningly snuggle closer beside me with his arm resting on my shoulder. His fingers slowly drawing circles on my inner thighs. I quickly. As we are walking up the steps to the front door. I start to stumble and JJ catches me but ends up wrapping me and his hand ends up on my boob. My son is a football player like his father and I was the popular woman every where I went. I had no clue why my son like this guy JJ. He was only 54, maybe 130, shit hair and shit eyes. He had three huge zits and a that barely grown in mustache that made him look like a creepy porn star from the 80s. I had no clue why my popular football son liked. Then later is it ok if we study in the park or in any classy coffee shops?Lynah: Park and coffee shop won’t comfort me. People will be walking and moving around. We will be the center of attention. I will lose my concentration soon. I got an idea but if it is ok with you.Me: What is it Lynah?Lynah: Why don’t we study in your hostel room since most of them went back home ready? Some private place with less noise and more concentration?It was a jackpot for me to make the move but my other course. .. try some..." and I passed her one of the cups. She took one, doubtful, sip and her eyes popped wide open. She coughed, hesitated and smiled."See what I mean?"Just then, Horace rang his little bell and Mabel went back to pick up my breakfast order. After she had served me, I settled in and wolfed down my sausage and eggs. My hunger pangs under control, I leaned back, took a sip of my screech-laced coffee, opened up the Monitor and ... sprayed coffee all aver the paper, all over the table and.