As it is supposed to be lived. I always heard about it, and now, for once the joy was there every day.I didn't mind seeing Tina and Susan hanging out ...together. It gave Tina the ties I thought she needed between her life as wife of an older man and life as a high school girl. Like when Susan took a battering from the comings and goings of teenaged love, and Tina was the shoulder to cry on."I don't know that it's something I miss at all," Tina told me. "Susan's devastated." She'll go okay," I. I couldn’t mistake the hair – wild, untamed, sexy, just like in her photos.We had discussed the possibility of not having chemistry, but from our phone conversations, I knew that wouldn’t be an issue. The connection was unmistakable - intense, raw, voracious, almost predatory. I had already undressed her countless times in the fully clothed photos she had sent, imagining the feel of her body, the luscious contour of her hip’s transition to her waist…such a magical spot for me on a woman’s. I would take longer and longer in the shower. I would face her as I soaped up and washed my hair. I stopped wrapping myself in a towel when I walked to my locker. Nothing. I don't know what I expected to happen but I was certain SOMETHING would happen. Weeks went by. There were times I thought she was checking me out but that was it. I grew desperate. How much of a hint did she need? A thought entered my head: Stop hinting and just be obvious.The next day I asked her for help with my form when. He said, "Don't be silly, Nick; It was great having you here with us. Everyone here is sending their love and lust and wishing you a great fucking life." Some people just never change!On Sunday we met my in-laws, including Ellen's husband Mike, at the church. Needless to say they were shocked by Beth's tight short dress, but they tried not to let on in public. We invited them over for coffee at our place. At home, Beth told me, her mother talked to her about her outrageous outfit. Beth told her.