It should be a crime,” I said. “You really are sweet. Would you like to come with me?” she asked. “I would go anywhere with you. Yes, of cours....” I quickly answered. “Come with me then,” she whispered in my ear. She grabbed my hand and led me around to the front entrance of the hotel. This time the security guard that threw me out earlier saw me. “Hey asshole! I thought I told you to never come back here!” the security guard belted at me. The security guard sprung at me, but was halted by. It’s based on something we did in my creative writing class – describing the same events and characters from different perspectives. But with real people it means that we have to think about what they’re going to say, and argue back. I suspect I will be accused of three things 1) being a lesbian 2) being obsessed with my boobs 3) being obsessed by my underwear So first, despite what Holly says, I am not a lesbian. There was an incident in a shower last term, leading to a misunderstanding.. He ran to me to ask if I was ok .I could see that he fancied my car very much, we both along with one more guy who was with him, inspected the scene . We said thanks and left.Later was a series of bumping into each other most planned by me…. I found this guy really fun to be with, but so well behaved and so much different from other boys of his age. I found that he was badly in need of pocket money as he is just a college student and, I badly needed some harmless no strings attached company. We. Just calm but boring sex. He liked her company, found her funny and easy to be with, enjoyed her clever mind, but there was no spark, no burning need to be with her, or grab her, or even bury himself deep inside of her. Just and overwhelming calm and boring nothingness, and even after all this time, and all the problems that came with her, he missed Suzanne. Missed the excitement she brought with her, the hot and dirty sex, the looks she had given him that turned him on, knowing that when they.