"I stepped aside and George walked in. "Do you want me to go home?" I asked.He sighed. "That's not really practical, is it. I still need someone forMe...issa." He hesitated I walked over and picked up the cigarettes andtook one out, lighting it I sat on the bed. "So what do we do?" I asked, looking to him for some help. "Well. we don't have much choice do we, Amanda knows about you, you can'tjust transform back into Alex the boy," he said."So what do we do?" I asked getting a bit anxious. "Well. As she opened the door the two men put the parcels down on the floor as I went into the bathroom, as I sat on the toilet I could see the bed through the mirror. Donna said “You two don’t have to rush off do you?” as she sat on the bed. They looked at each other and said “No” as they sat either side of her. They were both wearing shirts and pants and looked around 25ish.They sat next to her and was making small talk when Donna put her arm around the guy to her left, he looked surprised as she. Up until about two years earlier, I'd lived and worked (as an automobile mechanic) in Dakar, Senegal, but I left my country (and my wife and five c***dren) in order to find a better economic opportunity. This is not at all an unusual thing for many men in Africa. Labor is very 'fluid' there.I send most of the money I make back to my wife, Fatima. We chat every week at least once or twice, but I get lonely; and after buying my own smartphone the year before, and shortly after that, a refurbished. As much as I had desired her physically, it just felt wrong on so many levels.“And that’s exactly why I wouldn’t do it, Stephanie. Someone once tried to use me for a revenge fuck and it just felt dirty and wrong. Please drop it.”She did, and we all ate without much more conversation. After we finished, I hugged Bethany and shook hands with Ed. I hugged my sister, and she went with Bethany and Ed, who would drop her at home. Joyce, Kara and I headed for the Spencers’ and when we arrived, after.