So this will get them off of my back and maybe help me….” A tear spilled out of each of her eyes and she looked down at the floor. I saw a coup...e of drops splash on the marble floor.I wrapped my arms around her and I held her as she cried. Her friends looked all confused and started to come toward us. I flew them all the bird. A woman probably in her thirties saw it and walked by muttering, “Real mature!” but kept on walking. Her friends got the message though and stayed away. Finally. She went to the restroom and came back.She was standing near the shop where I bought the coffee. I wanted to talk to her. So I went to the shop and bought a water bottle and took some change from him. I turned towards her and smiled slightly at her. But she didn’t respond, which made me feel bad.I gave a second try and asked her, “Where are you going, Vizag?” She slowly nodded. I smiled and said great with a smile on my face. She had a very small smile on the edge of her lips. I said, “The. The first day back at work my friend Don picked me up as he usually did if we were both working the same schedule. It was somewhat awkward being with him again, as he knew what had transpired after he and Sheila had left the party. He broke the ice by asking how Maryanne was, and apologized for taking us to the party, saying he had no idea that things would turn out the way they did. I reassured him that everything was okay, and that my wife was fine. We talked about the “blindfold game”,. I think this reason was enough to prove that sex was n’t the only thing I cared about, because I wanted to be honest with her, but I assumed that she would think I was a pervert if she ever learned of my lust for her. I was afraid that she would leave me if she knew, so I made a hard decision. She simply could not be around me so much anymore. I spent more time with my friends and stayed out with them as late as possible. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would just call a friend to go with me. If.