She was obviously the older man's wife. "Damn that didn't sound right. I meant the car driver hate us and we hear a lot of them cursing us. Bicycle ri...ers think Moped riders are even farther down the hierarchy of road users." That didn't sound much better," I said laughing. "I'm a lawyer, so I'm used to everybody hating me, till they get to know me. When they do, they still pretty much hate me." She didn't mean anything," the older man said. "Marg, had no filters. She just says whatever she is. It would only take one "stop" from me and I could go back to my housein the country and to the bland vanilla sex life I'd had before meeting Jimor Gus.Gus SHIT! I needed to move on, to forget about him. And a little voiceinside me told me that this was the best medicine for me. The crystal wasstarting to gel in my system now so that probably had something to do withmy decision as well. I was ready. Hell, I was getting fucking hotter for itby the second.The noise quickly died to a nearly perfect. Before she could pursue the thought any further, she heard Monique's familiar voice outside the door, calling to her to join her downstairs at the desk when she was finished."Well, dear, you look just ravishing tonight, I must say." Monique beamed at her as she descended the steps a few moments later. This made Jean feel wonderful. She needed something as a morale builder now and a compliment from another woman was just the thing. She always felt it was more sincere coming from another woman as. He lived on campus which always full of beautiful girls. It was a month-long stay and naturally, I was getting pretty bored. Out of boredom, I made an account on Tinder.I am 5 feet 9 with a pretty muscular body and quite handsome too. I was getting an ample number of matches. It was during such time I matched with a girl called Emma. She was cool with well toned petite body. She was enchanting and had a perfect hourglass figure. We started chatting immediately.We had quite common interests. Our.