I had been spending all of my time trying to help her through it. I sat and listened to her, held her while she cried, and even bought her ice cream a...nd ate it while we watched movies together.Luckily for me she had decided it was best to go out with some other friends today. This gave me a little bit of time to myself, time I didn't let go to waste.As soon as she was gone I settled into my bed and typed up the rest of an essay I had been putting off for a week now. However, it was not long. She must have made an album out of it.I hesitated a moment, wondering whether I should look through it. It felt somewhat invasive, but it was on the communal bookshelf. I carried it back to the couch and flipped it open, my eyes glancing from photo to photo.There was Hannah on the deck of a cruise ship, something colorful and presumably alcoholic in her hand, a book beside her, as she smiled at the camera. There she was dolled up at the casino, her black hair luscious and sleek, her dark brown. His right hand began to slowly pull up the folds of her skirt and as he eased his fingers under the hem he could feel the goosebumps on her thighs. He walked his fingers around to the front of her skirt and stopped at the edge of her panty line. She was breathing deeper now, her heart pounding and she could already feel she was getting wet. Going this slow was totally new to her. He edged his fingers under her panties at the top of her mound and ran them along her smooth skin. He found her. "Nora started giggling, "Wouldn't it be a hoot if George was here when we pulled in. He doesn't know I ride and he damned well doesn't know his sixty-year-old mother does either."Sunday morning Nora got her bike out at 9:00 and headed over to collect Trudy. She promised to be back by 11:00 ... noon at the latest. I was puttering around the backyard. I had called John and he came over and was watching me while sipping on a beer. I was expecting Nora and Trudy back soon. Just then Peter and Paul.