It supposes to be hard as fuck. "Thank you baby (winking pushing her lips toward me)" She takes the beer a downs it like a troop. She looks at me for ... second and then puts this huge grin on her face and stumble on to the dance floor. The reggaeton is pumping hard and everyone's grinding. I grab her and lead her to wall I lean against it shes grinding hard into me, dipping and sliding. When the song finishes I whisper in her ear...."You know what Bill Clinton would love right about now" What's. "We've wasted enough time over this. It's obviously stuck; we'll have to leave it for a while. Are you OK with that?" What about... well, it's not mine." Yeah, I know but... no one's going to miss it. When you finally get it off then you can give it back. In the meanwhile, it looks like you're stuck with it, literally." Thanks, Rhonda," Jessica gushed."I'm not giving it to you. It's just that the only options are cutting the ring or amputating your finger off and I don't think we're ready for. ‘You are not thinking about her are you?’ He asked as if reading my mind. ‘No.’ I lied. ‘I’m good. Just mediating on my assignment for the next days.’ He looked at me intensely, as if not believing a word I just said. ‘I’m good.’ I said with more emphasis, hoping I sounded more convincing. Truth is I was not good. I was indeed a mess. I had fallen in love. Yes, in love with another who was not available for me to have. I met her quite by chance. Central Park at spring time an exceedingly. Coming here was worth it after all. After the party ended I took her back to my place for a little drink. But the look in her eyes told a different story so I waited for what happened next. ‘Nice place’, she said, enjoying the view from the balcony. ‘Thanks’, I said, ‘what’s your pleasure?’ ‘Wine sounds nice.’ ‘Sorry, no alcohol. All I have is soda and juice.’ ‘You have diet soda?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘That will be fine.’ I felt so embarrassed. All I have is soda and juice? Smooth move Aggie. Why don’t you.