He came home from work he had bought me flowers and a box of chocolates we went out had a nice meal a few drinks when we got home, we got into bed ...I said ok spill the beans what’s up fearing he had fucked another girl to get his revenge on me he said ok but please don’t interrupted until I have told you all He started by saying the night of the party he went home fell asleep when he woke up I was still not home so he came to find me when he got to Tim’s all the lights were on back door. Mom and Dad got a job playing at Quaker Hospital in Northeast. The main building is a big yellow mansion that was built around 1810. Back then it was in the middle of nowhere, and even though the city grew up around it, it still has like a hundred acres of woods and gardens. Every spring, they open up the grounds for the Azalea Festival. It was awesome the Sunday we went. The blossoms were at their peak, and the bushes were higher than my head and trimmed into perfect balls, scarlet and white. 'Jack! Go get me some paper from the stock room would you? God knows there's none left in here. I need two boxes, Molly, you'd better go too.' Miss Smith cut off his train of thought. 'Stupid substitutes' He mumbled to Molly. 'Why can't she go herself?' 'Oh? So you don't want to go anywhere with me then? I'm hurt Jack!' Molly pouted as she said it, and winked at Jack, they went out of the classroom, and passed Sophie, curled up in a ball, her glasses on the floor, crying and a teacher stood. What's more, he was an expert and experienced lover who gave me my first shuddering, climactic orgasm as a green and unsuspecting nineteen-year-old used only to stolen fumbles.But that was three years earlier and by now, a relationship built solely on physical attraction, with no commonality beyond a liking for a good fuck, was withering. I was looking elsewhere, had even half strayed once or twice, and he, judging by the aching looks at Susannah that began to linger a little too long as this.