We simply used the study as a second bedroom. We ate together, watched TV together, chatted together, all that stuff. But we didn't sleep together."It... didn't take us long to get to know the students, and it became apparent to me that some of them were very lonely. They were far from home and they didn't have steady girlfriends. Most of these young men were what we'd call "nerds" today, with no social life outside their studies. And they were very, very horny. I'd catch them staring at my boobs. As she drank, Linnea wrinkled her nose, "Stephen, I smell marijuana."Stephen nodded, eyes scanning like a hawk. After a few seconds, he seemed to find what he was looking for."Zeke," he called, waving someone else over. A gangly young man detached from the crowd at the fire's periphery and loped over to them. Stephen reached out his hand and Zeke put something in it. As Stephen offered it to her after taking a drag, Linnea realized that he'd misunderstood the point of her statement. For a. She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her husband on the evening commute and wait for him in their car at the commuter parking lot where I parked my car also.On one of these occasions as Rose and I were getting off the train in the evening I tried speaking with her and we walked to the parking lot together,as we approached I asked Rose if she wanted to sit in my car with me for a few minutes while she waited for her husband to. Tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped to the ground. "I s-saw it ... I saw it, Jason! ... I saw when m-my mother ... when h-he took her ... m-made her into a slut..." Oh God ... Richie ... I didn't know..." A-addicted ... made her addicted to it ... and I almost did the same thing to Miss Davis!"Jason felt his heart sink into his stomach. I'm such a fucking moron, he thought.Cassie had been right all along. She had never come out and said it, but she had implied it many times. She thought.