“I know I don't want you to leave. I still love you.” “I guess we can figure it out as we go along,” I said. “Yeah,” he said. “Now come ...ere.” With that, he took me in his arms and kissed me. He took my breath away. “So,” I said with a smile, “I want details.” He went on to tell me all about their week at our cabin together. They had sex several times in one day. They sat by the fire and cuddled together. They showered together. They slept together. He discussed how talented her tongue was at. ... Must havegrown by at least a couple of inches. He saw me looking at his dick andI blushed and left the room. He laughed and called out loud and said,"Why don't you at least give me a hand job and get your fluid. You havelost yours but at least come touch it and feel how another dick is." Iignored his taunts and went and sat on the sofa and started reading.A while later he came with his fluid in the cup and sat near me. I gotup with the cup and went to the kitchenette and filled water and. I came out to watch for you.”There were piles of clothes on the small brick front porch. Kate walked right in, I followed, only to be deafened by an older woman, screeching at her daughter, using language that would get her thrown off any sports field in the world. Cigarette smoke filled the short foyer, along with a certain overbleached odor. Taking me by the hand, Kate led me to Jude’s bedroom. The shockingly faded pink room was torn apart, with clothes and knickknacks, forming a small pile. I start to hear footsteps behind me; I look behind me no one is there."Get a grip you’re being paranoid" I think to myself and start walking faster. "I just want to go home."Out of nowhere a hand grabs my wrist pulling it behind my back, a shot of pain courses through my arm, as the hand guides me into a dark alley. I was about to scream in anguish when another hand with a hanky covers my mouth and stuffing it in to muffle my cries. I go to grab his hand, clawing away at it with my own.