"Oh," she said as she noticed that we had stopped playing. "I guess I was enjoying having Morgan here. Everyone, this is Morgan, he and I have been da...ting for a while. Morgan ... Oh my ... let's see if I can name everyone."Mrs. Roberts hit the end game button and stood up while her card was being printed. She looked over at Jason and pointed. "This is Jason, my son. I'm sure you recognize him from the pictures."Morgan nodded. "He's a handsome young man."Jason smiled and stood a little. "In the bar...you are so bad...what did you do to her...I need to know." Kelli said with the most excitement I had ever seen from her.At this point, hearing Jessica refer to the little encounter we had at the corner of the bar where I very casually put my hand first on Jessica's knee and slowly migrated under up her dress to her panties and finally slid my finger between her soft pussy lips to discover how incredibly wet she was really starting to get me turned on. Explaining the incident to. His deep, husky voice interrupts my thoughts as he tells me that he needs to shower. 'Be quick!' I reply, trying not to stare at his behind in his tight jeans as he walks away, 'I need to shower too, I didn't get a chance after work.' * * I step out of the shower and quickly pull a towel from the rack; I roughly dry my hair then wrap it tightly around my body. I step out into the bedroom and then stop when I see him sprawled on the bed again, but this time his eyes are closed. 'John?' I half. I imagine, like those before her, pure tiredness. She gave up a little, not all at once, a little here, a little there. It became easier to not argue, to not put up a fight. Because when she did, it only brought on more heartache to herself. The child, the woman, she, her… all being me. Sweet Jesus I wonder when I stopped caring. Why did I give up my fight? I wonder why I can’t see the light that is suppose to shine at the end of every tunnel? How did a woman so young in years grow to feel to.