I needed energy, but it couldn't be with him. Not Marty. I enjoyedplaying with him, but I didn't think I could do this. A stranger, maybe.The notion o... having sex with a man was still strange, but there was noway I could look at Marty while fucking. I would be way too self-conscious. We went from our first store to our second, and by the thirdstore, I was getting so weak that the bags were almost too heavy tohold. I was struck by just how rapid the feeling was getting. I thoughtabout going back. I decided that there was no reason to lie. So I told the complete truth, "Well, honestly, my husband brought me here tonight." The look on his face was priceless. He did not know what to say or do. All he could say was, "Your husband brought you here. Why are you sitting alone at the bar?" I thought for a moment. I decided to continue my approach of complete, unadulterated honesty, "Well, he was concerned that if he sat with me, it might discourage other young men, like you, from approaching me. Of course she had vowed the same thing after Allen had dumped her but when she showed up at the teacher's conference it was like they were college roommates all over again.What a fool I am, she thought as she got in her car for the drive home.She pulled out her phone. It was dead and she'd forgotten to pack the charger. Her stomach lurched as she thought about the call she'd received from Jake last night. She'd seen it was him on caller ID but had ignored the call because she was with another. --------------------------GOOD GIRLS ARE NEVER MEAN:"This is the last time I tell you Eric, you will not listen to music in myclass!" Mrs. Davis' yell startles you awake. It's the first class of theday and she's a dreadfully boring speaker. It's hardly your fault you can'tkeep away, even if you need the help of a pair of headphones to block hervoice out. A 5'3" woman should not be able to loom, you think as your eye'sslide open.Her eyes narrows and she says "Are you listening to music in my.