“Yes,” he says with a nod. “I can be there.”The joy on her face does not have words. Jasmine quickly writes down her address on a piece of pap...er, rushes over to his desk and hands it off. Before another word can be exchanged, she is rushing out the room.Mr. Thomas finishes up the remainder of his classes and leaves his papers needing grading on his desk. He rushes from the school to hop in his car. He gave her enough time to get home and do whatever it Jasmine does before deciding to head over.. "You would?" I asked and she said, "Follow me". I did as she asked and we were soon parked by the edge of the wood near the studio. She got out of her car and laid a blanket on the ground. She tapped the blanket and said, "Now let my touch that body I have been lusting after". I got out of my clothes quickly and was delighted I had a bonner to match the one I had earlier. I laid on the blanket and she knelt by my side. Her fingers and palms so soft and light as they caressed my chest and neck.. It was like someone flipped a switch. I may have been that someone; I'll never know, because we divorced three years later. Thanks to the constant tension, we never got around to having kids. (I did have an affair, as a result of her abusive treatment of me; but that is related in another story.)Well, three years was the price I paid for thinking with the wrong head, and a small enough price, I realized. When it was all over, I was five years into my career, a successful journeyman computer. "Is there anything morewe can do for you?" the more adult of the two asked seductively. Ilooked at Isaac and we both decided that we were satisfied for thenight. We begged our pardon, much to their chagrin, and retired to ourlittle room."Maybe we should have taken them up on their offer?" Isaac asked.I answered my friend, "No, I think it was better we didn't. Father hastold me to watch out for women such as them, fallen women he calls them.Apparently they can spread diseases during the act.".