I helped her bringing food from kitchen in spite of two big old monk peg she was very much in control. I started thinking about doing something tonigh.... It was first time actually I was thinking about touching her and fucking her big white stomach and back visible from her sari was making my penis out of control. We finish dinner both of us eat very little and just after that she said we must sleep. She said you sleep her only if you go downstairs boys will come to know that you drink alcohol.I. I followed you the rest of the day, watching your ass move and the way you flirted with any fuckin' man that came near you. "Yes," I thought, "it was gonna be my time soon."As you entered your car in the dark, empty parking lot, I rushed up behind you and put a hand over your mouth to stifle the scream that was already building. I whispered, "Shut up and you'll live to fuck another man, whore."Surprisingly, that seemed enough to put an end to your initial struggle, and I squeezed into the front. Like a dumb ass, two days later, this morning, he showed up at her doorstep with flowers and asked for forgiveness. Instead of reconciling, he got a trip downtown. She would have bailed him out, but she and Connor had gone to Georgia to care for her sick mother, and they would not be back for two more weeks. Knowing that I’d dealt with him before and straightened him out, I agreed to help her out and put up bail for him first thing in the morning. She agreed that it would be good for him to sit. He seemed somewhat crestfallen. His willingness to hang in this conversation was mostly fueled by his desire to remain present in front of her. Have her hear him. In his mind his stories of boat maintenance, rightly-timed stock purchases and sales and gossip about club board members was fascinating her, impressing her. He couldn’t have known her less. To be fair outside of me no one really did.“I’m getting ready for bed,” she said, her eyes then widening and looking directly at him, “but don’t.