I look down as I notice Dylan step in, avoiding eye contact. Surprisingly, he is alone. The doors close and there is a moment of tension before he tur...s to me. "Are you going to talk to me?" I can't answer, scared about what I would say next. After a pause, he sighs. "Fine, I'll start." I look up with an anxious look. "Before you ask, nothing happened with Sarah." I try to play it cool, crossing my arms. "Why should I care? It's none of my business who you want to screw." Dylan looks at. I ask myself why I spent last night with Ron if Andy is my man. I know the answer, I have an itch. Last night Ron scratched that itch and did a very good job of it as well.No, I don't have a craving for large cocks. I'm not looking for an interracial experience. I'm not a slut. I don't even like sex all that much. Well, ok, I guess I like it just fine, but not like a slut or a woman that needs to open new sexual horizons. I just need to be in control. Having a lover gives me control in my. I couldn't explain away all the cash and I didn't want to explain away the laptop provided by the SBI or the tablet with the Church Camp mail. So I loaded it all into a backpack and threw it in the truck, along with the second backpack with my clothes.I got on the road by 10 AM. I drove slowly enough so that it took the whole four hours. Even so I was an hour earlier than the appointed time. I wandered through the stores in the small shopping plaza within sight of the Shoney's restaurant. At. Last August he insisted I come with him on a stakeout. Who were we staking out? A woman I work with. Why her? Why not her?I took a vacation day to go on an adventure with him and where do we wind up? Outside my office, waiting for her to get off of work."I could have told you when to show up. She works the same hours as me." But she might leave early." She never leaves early. We're sitting out here dripping and thirsty and we could have just showed up at ten to five." You have to respect the.