.too tight!", I mutter under my breath.She let's go of me, stands up, then says, "Now why don't you come into my room, so we can talk about this.". Sh...e walks out the door, turning the light off. I then struggle to my feet, put my dick in my pants zipping up my fly, and head out the door towards her room.As I'm walking into her room, she pats on the bed. I sit down next to her, I begin to ask, "So, what do you want?"."What do I want? I want the same thing that you want," She says with a. "The name on the ID is Mary Beth Martin," he said. "According to the ID she is 18 a student at the State University at Abbottsville." So it isn't Lucy?" I asked."I never said that, The student ID is a fake. Somebody went to a just a little effort to make it. This ID is for someone on a door somewhere to cover his ass, not to really weed anyone out," Wilson explained."Okay, so is it Lucy?" I asked."Sure looks like her to me. I compared the pictures and they look about the same. They didn't even. After the free time following lunch James made an announcement. "We have two new comers..." All of them have certainly been coming," one of the other men quipped.When the laughter died James continued, "As I was saying, we have two new comers. You others remember from last year - and, Sue, you remember from two years ago also - we have a special little celebration for first timers. So, in that tradition, we're designating today as 'Alison's Day' and tomorrow as 'Barb's Day.' Barb and Alison. But it’s a simple truth. The old man seemed to draw into himself as if cool rain was falling all around him. He hadn’t talked to his wife about these things for years. It had been too long, too much time lost chasing after tomorrow. So much time lost by not just talking about the honest, easy things. ‘Remember before the wedding? How my brother had slipped me a sip of whiskey from that flask of his because I was so jumpy? How we danced that night, so close? What I really remember is how excited.