Main jawab nahi de paya or waha se jane laga or unse kaha “main bus apke sath rahna chahta hu”. Wo muskura di or mera hath pakad k mujhe phir sofe...par baitha diya, hum bat karne lage or bat karte karte na jane kya hua hum dono ne ek dusre ko kiss karma shuru kar diya. Main apne app par kabu nahi pa raha tha or mere hath unke breast tak jane lage or unhone use roka nahi. Maine unke breast ko masalna shuru kar diya wo mujhe or jor jor se kiss karne lagi, mujhse raha nahi gaya or sofe par unhe. I'm telling you, I was so upset all I could do was cry."Diane clucked her tongue and shook her head feigning disbelief. "If only things could be like they were back in the pioneering days."Barb gave her friend one of those sideways quizzical looks, wrinkling the skin between her eyebrows and Diane took that as a sign to go ahead with the new topic of their conversation."Well, way back then a woman's husband was right there with her as they fought to make a good living and raise their family.. With a bit of doubt I say "Well, uuuh..Yeah, sure, go ahead". Sophie suggests she approaches her alone, she might feel uncomfortable if we are together. I agree and I'm happy that Sophie does this because I know I'll be rubbish at it.Sophie walks over to the bar, right next to the girl and orders another drink. She smiles at the girl, and a few seconds later starts to talk to her, I admire her sleek strategy. They start to chat and giggle, I can't understand a word of what they're talking. He said he didn't mean to hit me and that it was an accident. He kept saying how sorry he was that he'd hit me and promised me it would never happen again. I thought to myself, "You can bet on that buster!" He tried one more time knocking at the door, continuing to beg me to forgive him and please open the door. I told him if he didn't leave at once I would start to scream until the police showed up. It was quiet for a few minutes and then I heard the front door open. I heard him scream back.