This time I would not come home. This time I was never coming back to that tiny house again. Walter Dawson was now on his own, left to care for himsel...f. I had broken free, and at age seventeen, I would never return. I had no relatives that I knew of. There was little point in returning to school. It had been my escape place, but now, with no place to live, I would have to make it on my own. I had a little money from babysitting jobs and other sources, but it wouldn’t go far. One thing was stuck. ..the smoothness and the faint smell of her favorite bodylotion. Body lotion...I've never used the stuff in my life. LOL. Womenseem to go through it like water. I notice she moves just a bit with mynocturnal sniffing....I've stirred her just a bit. I back off...she hasto be up early to drive to her mothers. I don't want to wake her.Still my thought persisted. What was it like for her? Life? I look downat her shapely ass and smooth legs. I rub my lower leg up against herand slide it down. No matter how good it might be, it will never happen again. Come on, pretty girl… let’s go home. Come on, partner.’ He took Jerry’s arm and helped him stand up. He held on to Jerry as he and Barbara walked him out of the building to their car. They sat him in the back seat and then climbed in the front. Jon had sobered up considerably since that whole conversation had gotten started. He took his time driving home, mulling over the scenario to make sure he wasn’t going to change his mind at the. . and then she'd met Martin Colte during her junior year at the university. He'd been in one of her advanced finance classes, a senior a year ahead of her, always sitting in the back of the classroom and just struggling to pass the class ... and also tall, lanky, and devilishly handsome. She'd offered to help tutor him. Instead, he'd asked her out to get some coffee.And that was how it started.Martin had swept Judy off her feet in a whirlwind romance ... which, Judy realized in hindsight,.