M. Closed Sundays. I glanced down at the headlines on the newspaper in the paper box by the door. “Seattle moves to forefront in battle to save live...s.” “Loyalists seize Iraqi TV station.”I stared at the paper for several minutes trying to figure out what was out of place. The huge words at the top of the newspaper finally sank in—Sunday Edition.When did it become Sunday? Friday night Riley and I had talked late into the night and she fell asleep crying in my arms. Now it was Sunday morning? Did. She looked familiar to him but he couldn’t place his finger on it. It didn’t matter who she was. He didn’t even care if he could walk anymore – it was on the insistence of his parents that he get rehabilitation. It was as if all his hopes and dreams had been shattered, when that car accidents all those months ago, but then he still had football. Now he didn’t even have that and life just didn’t feel worth living. He had nothing, and he wished that he didn’t have to be here. Unaware of Chad’s. As quickly as the arm came around my waist the other reached for my chest and grabbed a handful of breast. I should have said no, I should have fought, but I chose not to. Morbid as it may be and how inconceivable some may find it; this was MY fantasy come true. Standing there in my bedroom, frozen in place, unsure if it was from fear or excitement I let this stranger play with my swollen breast. Soon after I felt his arm move away from my waist and down towards my wet, stirring pussy. I could. .. but you're a famous writer who's been to Cambridge ... and I'm a nobody from Salford!" But you are also clever and quick-witted ... and very attractive, if you'll only start believing it! Would you like me to kiss you, Jo?"She nodded. He took her in his arms and they kissed. She sighed, deeply."And would you like to move into my room?"She nodded again. Then they kissed again.The next time that they took Sam for his daily walk, they held hands."You know I haven't, you know, slept with anyone.