She looked at me with a knowing smile. She was wearing a short summer dress, cut fairly low and from the points protruding just below the neckline, ...no bra. Knowing exactly what was under that dress I realized immediately that the bulge was not going away anytime soon. It didn’t help that she looked radiantly beautiful. Since she had not answered my question I turned and gestured at the pictures, commenting that there were a lot of pictures of her husband and his friends, but not very. Then she shocked me. ‘I’ll not hurt you any more Claire, I love you too much for that. I’ll leave as soon as a replacement can be found.’ ‘No Laura, I don’t want you to leave.’ ‘I have to leave, don’t you see, I love your husband.’ Then she started crying. ‘I didn’t want to tell you that, I’m sorry.’ ‘Laura, stop that bawling this instant.’ She choked back a sob and looked at me. ‘How long do you think I can hang on to my husband like this. Look at me, I die a little more each day, this thing. Sunday evening, I’m laying in bed ready to go to sleep. Mom and my stepdad came home this morning and we had a party for Jenny with just the family. Dad did buy her a car. A brand new Plymouth Duster, which is what she wanted. Jenny told mom and dad that I got her a summer job working at Camp Zion with me. My stepdad was impressed and thanked me. I think he is happy to get us out of the house for the summer so that he and mom can have the house to themselves.I’m still mad at Jenny and the. I dream of her all night, thinking of her touching me in ways I've never been touched. I want to feel her on my skin. Even in my sleep, I’m turned on beyond words, that I could never describe. I want her. The following morning, we have breakfast before the girls all head out. I’m left with everything that happened on my mind. I really want this girl. Throughout the weekend, doing homework, I think a lot of her, and what was said. How semi flirty she was, the comments she made before the others.