"Since her shift was over we headed out to a bar down the street from the hotel which was across the street from her apartment. We immediately started...hammering down shots of tequila and in no time were feeling good. She was now out of her bar stool and standing between my legs, leaning back against me in my bar stool as we took shots together as she would occasionally turn her head to kiss me. After a few more shots her left hand found its way behind her as she started to rub my cock as she. I could feel him tightening up. Feel his balls as they shrunk in closer to him."Jean…I… I’m gonna…" Scott tried to continue, and I silenced him with my free hand, placing a finger to his lips. "Shh….Shh lover." I maneuvered myself in front of him; I could feel the tip of him on my inner thigh. "Scott, I love you." I whispered"Jean… jean…jean?" His voice was worried, scared, as if he had lost me for a moment, but I’d never let that happen to him."I’m right here Scott, right here." I bent down. It must have been Arabic or something, though, because I couldn't make anything out of it. I finally just folded the page and stuffed it in my coat pocket. "Weird chick," I muttered to myself. I was happy to get off the train a few stops later and enjoy the fresh air while I made the four block walk home. My roommate Jack would love this. I am not exactly sure when the changes started. All I do know is that I was about halfway home a few minutes later when I noticed that my shoes. Who?I did not discuss this with anyone for a few days. I really needed to get my mind straight about what I should do, or even if I should do anything. The further my thoughts took me, the angrier I got. My life had been destroyed by the woman I loved without reservation, because she couldn't be bothered to talk about her belief. It is strange how the mind will take the words of one, and twist them giving a malicious meaning that was never intended. Jas had not used the word 'bothered' but that.