He grabbed my hand and guided me to the bed. I just closed my eyes and felt his soft hands taking my clothes off my body.Soon I felt I was totally nak...d, just standing on my high sandals.I was fuzzy; but I could feel the wetness in my crotch.The guy smiled at me and purred in my ear he would take good care of me.As he touched my bare skin, I momentarily was lost in the smell of his body fragrance. He smelled sex and sweat; both odors I loved mostly…My loving husband Victor was in my head so I. ”“Why?” Mat opens his eyes.“Because this isn’t about me.”“If you’re trying to make this about me, then give me what I want.”“What do you want?”“For you to give in!” They glare at each other, Abby’s words lingering between them.“I want you to stop keeping yourself from me, to stop holding back. You like pleasing me. Did it ever occur to you that I like pleasing you?” He doesn’t answer. “This isn’t just about me anymore. It’s about us. Stop being afraid of pushing me away, of frightening me. I’m. “Well, I don’t really know” said Jessie. “Apparently he loves watching all those crime dramas on TV and seems to consider himself something of an amateur detective. When I was telling the gang at the Mall this afternoon all that had happened since the wedding last week he got all excited at the prospect of a mystery to solve ... so here he is trying to solve it for me.”Bjorn listened to this explanation then gave a little shrug and said, “Okey, dokey. Sounds good to me. Let’s see what Sherlock. There was a moment of silence that John finally ended.John - Are you sure about being over it?Me - Maybe not. I just don't need pity at my loss. It happened, I can't bring them back, so I have to move on and I can't really do that if people still treat me like I'm some freak or something. I may have to change churches if it continues.Evelyn was closest and she put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze.Evelyn - I am sure that they don't see you as a freak, they probably just recognize that you.