Then Martha Jane would study in her living room while I studied at the kitchen table.Often I would think, as she studied or typed across the room, tha...t people were strolling past that house or driving down the street, unaware that now and then in the garage apartment among the trees there had been two bodies entwined and gasping, the young woman's long legs opening and trembling while the young boy humped and grunted above her like an animal.When that next Saturday finally arrived, people would. In fact, it was right next door to the room we had originally intended to use.The three post-grad subjects I was enrolled in looked interesting; Communication Theory was a pretty esoteric subject; intended for those people undertaking research work in communications engineering. Digital Communications would give me some good theoretical background to help me talk with engineers from Telecom, and elsewhere in the ARPANET environment. Microprocessor Systems was an attempt to try to stay abreast. She did not have much makeup on other than some pink lip gloss but was the most beautiful pregnant woman I have seen since the baby shower victim. Looking at her face and sexy pregnant body, I nearly spontaneously ejaculated in my pants. I knew I got to have her.I followed her out of the supermarket and saw her getting into her car alone. Looks like it has been too long since the last killing and the people are getting complacent. I drove and followed her closely until she arrived at her house.. She had a zip up black hoodie on but I could tell her breasts were big and full. The short skirt she had on was another story, and did little to hide her shapely long legs. She was gorgeous in a different type of way. Not the type of woman I usually see out on a Friday night. I watched her for about an hour getting hit on by most of the guys in this bar. Mostly amateur's. I chuckled to myself as she turned down one after another. Between the guys hitting on her I would watch her scan the room.