I told her I’ve had the same problems. She didn’t believe me, but it’s been true. Sometimes I think I’m reading a situation correctly and some...times I’m way off base and so I just wait things out and go with the flow when I know for sure. We sat there 20 minutes talking with each other, then she said “You know what, can you just take me home? My buzz is gone and I’m just not feeling that place tonight either. It’s not that far, and I’ll give you cash.” I had a feeling it was more than just. She had wanted that with my ex-husband, and the fact that I had always made more than him was disconcerting to my parents. Both my mother and father were tenured university professors; she in chemistry and he in Japanese literature. They had familiar academic prejudices against community colleges as intellectually inferior.She didn't say anything for a few moments. "Is he going to call on you again?" He has called a couple of times," I admitted. That much was true. I didn't answer the call,. Uninhabited and…I think I like it as well.” I can’t help but smirk at her, I liked this park too after all it’d been my haunt for most of my child hood (pardon the pun), however not many people can appreciate the subtle beauty of a New York City playground. Sitting on a bench I crossed my ankles and patted my pockets for my pack of trust cigarettes logically finding none. Jada stood before me and smiled almost tenderly watching me practice those life-long habits that, unlike me just wouldn’t. The tiny scraps of lace left little to the imagination. I watched as her nipples hardened under the lace."Mine," I rasped, unclasping it, even as she struggled and cried."Jackson. Let me go," She thrashed around, half-heartedly.I tugged hard at her nipples. This was supposed to be a punishment. The moment my fingers touched her bare skin, she slackened, giving up. A faint whimper escaped her mouth as I tugged again. Instead, she let me bend down and suckle on the left one. It was as sensitive.