I understand now that I should never have agreed to meet with Chad... even if it was just to say good-bye," Barbara protested. "I admit it! It was wro...g, but I can't go back and change it now."And I was wrong to let Jimmie get so close to me," she added. "I didn't see what he was trying to do. All I thought he was doing was being nice to me when you weren't," she said.Steve didn't say anything. He watched her. He understood her words, but they clearly meant nothing to him. He shook his head. He even occasionally bought her a coffee.He was a typical IT geek; not her type at all. She'd rolled her eyes one afternoon as she passed the break room, where he and a few others from IT were excitedly discussing the latest superhero film. On several occasions, she'd seen him poring over comic books while he ate his lunch. He was reasonably attractive: dark hair and beard, somewhat stocky build. Marguerite, though, swooned over tall, lanky men. She didn't date short men. Or men who read comic. I needed some liquid courage first and then I’d decide just how low I felt like setting the bar. I’m not that picky. As long as he’s clean, his looks don’t matter all that much. Gentlemen were my favorites, but tonight I just wanted some bad boy to ring my bell. This place was crammed with them. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept. She took my hand in her hand and I felt her warmness. She guided my hands to her fruit. I kept my hand on her boob….. Ohhhh! It was so soft and warm there…… I slowly pressed it. We made a eye contact for mutual consent. I kept the baby aside and put my head on her lap. “Ruko abhi” she said. “Pehle darwaja band karo” I stood up and closed the door. I came back, sat on the bed, she spread her legs parallel on the bed and made way for me to place my head on her lap.She smiled, now her fruit was.