." Oh get out of here, really!" Howell bent his empty beer can and wandered towards the door. She watched his muscular shoulders sway and felt a tiny ...mount of pity. Not enough to call him back. He closed the door muttering something sullen, Abby didn't catch the exact words. She stood before her mirror and finished preparing herself for her evening's date. Perry was going to drool when he saw her."Come on, Perry, it's a perfect night for the little patio." Abby giggled. "It's so private...". We knocked back a couple beers over mostly mundane conversation—sports, career choices, the state of the economy in this era of the Obama administration. Invariably, as it always does with Ed and other friends, talk turned to women. Ed was dating a chick he met in the surf shop, a customer who came in looking for scuba gear and left with not only the gear but Ed when he got off work. My last ‘serious’ hookup ended two years ago. I was still single, filled with wishful romantic notions of. She filled me in on what happened, that night James asked her to have sex with him, she said she was tired and drunk and that she didn't want to lose her virginity like that.She said he called her frigid and told her it was over, that he couldn't be with someone who refused to put out on his birthday.I gave her a hug and told her I am sure he was just drunk, and that she should call him, but before I knew it her hand was rubbing my crotch."I am not frigid.." she muttered, "I will proove it."I. She helped him bathe, laid out his clothes, and ensured that it would be a night of romance for he and this other woman. Her mind was filled with these recollections, as she received the text simply saying "We're on our way home". She knew it wouldn't be long now. He was bringing her home with him. To THEIR home! She wondered if she would be able to stand this, the reality of it, right here in their home, right there in THEIR bed, the one she and Master make love in. Tonight it would be for her.