I need you too much as a friend who loves me and as a friend I can lean on. Can you understand that?"I frowned, feeling my brain starting to hurt. It ...till didn't make sense. I loved her. She clearly seemed to still love me. Why the hell weren't we together? Was I just not mature enough to get it?Her voice came softly, but her words shot straight into my heart. "I got into Berkeley, Ben. I'm coming with you."My eyebrows shot up. Adrienne? At Berkeley?Adrienne crossed her arms around her own. "She obviously wanted to look good for me. I mean, you don't just "get ready" to go to afriend's house. It excited me. Maybe this would be my chance. As a 13-year-old I constantly wanted to have sex. I felt I was mature enough, (I had always had to act older because I looked older. So I approached sex with a mature mindset. I read up on it, tried to prepare myself for that moment, but obviously, nothing goes a's planned.And I would find that out today.I got ready as well. Threw on a pair of. Suddenly, she arched her back and stripped out of her bikini bottoms, tossing them off the stage as she unashamedly bared her everything. Then, just as quickly as her set had begun, she was off the stage and making her way in my direction.I froze. Had she seen me? If she had, what was she going to say? Part of me wanted to just hit the door, but I could not budge.Shannon slipped into a chair next to where I was seated.“OK,” she said, as the next dancer took the stage, “I lied. I strip. Please. He glared up at me. "Can you let me in?" No!" Pardon me? I replied, somewhat surprised by his abrupt response."I said NO! Now fuck off!" But my wife, she's sat down there, can't you just let me rejoin her?" NO ... now fuck off and sit somewhere else. We're not moving for you again!"He glared at me. It wasn't worth it. Besides the group behind were growing increasingly hostile again. I found the nearest available seat that was nowhere near them and plumped myself down into it. Fucking.