My mouth goes dry and my heart gets loud. It can’t be. ‘Jasmine?’ A pause. ‘Jake. Hi. I…I just wanted to say…hi, I guess.’ Another paus...e. ‘I saw you on the news.’ I flinch. Shit. Even though our little battle royal had made local news, I had really counted on the idea that Jasmine would probably never know what a sorry low I’d reached. ‘Uh, yeah,’ I offer lamely. ‘That wasn’t really my finest hour.’ ‘Are you…okay?’ ‘I’m just about all healed up.’ ‘Oh. That’s good.’ More silence. ‘Listen, Jake.. He got out and lifted my bike in to the back of his pick-up - the first time I got chance to see his physique, all pure muscle mmm I thought. 'Up to you, get in the back with your bike or up front with me?' 'Up front, I like up front', I said. 'I like your front' he said, 'Let's get you out of that cycling gear and warm you up'. 'You're not shy I hope?'He had hand sanitiser and cleansed his hands before handing over the bottle to me, what a gent but I hoped he wasn't going to remain a gentleman. Jeremy Pressman. Once a name that was synonymous with “popular”, “golden child”, “town favorite”, and other such praises for as long as you and he were enrolled in the same years at school. He could do no wrong, and was the single most important person as far as a vast majority of the town was concerned. His family was more than 80% of the financial backbone of the town since the day it was founded.That was before he quickly hit his “rebellious” phase. Piercings, tattoos, drugs, questionable. But after thinking about it for a while I kept getting excited/turned on/craving it all over again. At this point having him inside me again was all I could think of. So we decided to meet that night and I was super excited/nervous. Because at this point I still didn't know too much about him or what he was capable of. So again we met at 9pm outside a local diner wearing track pants, a sweater and a thong. Steve picked me up and we drove to the retirement home outside of town. Upon arrival we.