Late forties. Old enough to be my mom if she'd gotten a real early start. When she first come up to me in the bar, I thought for a minute she might be... a hooker, y'know? But hookers her age look a lot shabbier than this woman did."I could tell she was a little embarrassed, coming up to a strange guy in a bar and trying to strike up a conversation. It didn't help that I was so much younger than she was." 'Excuse me, sir, ' she says. 'May I speak to you for a moment?'" 'Yeah?' says I, kinda. The drive would be quicker going back, I hoped.We had arranged to meet in Durham for lunch at the Varsity diner and sandwich shop. We made a ceremony of returning to the world. We placed the batteries back into our phones and looked at the messages. Mine we mostly from the FBI threatening my freedom, but there were a couple of ‘Rogers you are a dead man’ tossed in as well. Being back on line might be a good thing, but for me it was a reminder of how unpopular I was at the moment.The ladies on. The moments before attempting to fall asleep are simply awful. My body quietly yearns for yours. In the quiet, I attempt to comfort myself with touches of my own fingers and memories of you drifting through my mind. My fingers trace around the swell of my breasts, gently climbing up to the peaks of my sensitive nipples. I close my fingers around them, circling with my thumbs, gently tugging, sometimes just teasing them until the heat growing between my thighs can no longer be ignored. Keeping. As fate would have it, the babysitter Miranda was dry humping in front of the television when they arrived back home and tried to hide her guilt from the both of them with her immature shyness.Alice thought it was funny because the girl was using the stuffed panda that she had used herself when she was alone and now she was thinking the silly thing was cheating on her with the untested schoolgirl. George didn't see anything funny about it at all because he considered the pretty babysitter's use.