She was heartbroken. So severely that she closed herself off from all emotion. She hid behind a smile. She was cold. “What do you mean?” she asked...“Let me ask you a personal question? Really personal?”She shrugged. “Sure.”“Who is your fuck buddy?”She was shocked. The twice shocked at being shocked in the first place. “How did you…how did you know?”“Because I see it all in the way you carry yourself. You can’t go more than a week without sex. But you have no boyfriend.”She sat there for a. S. before my departure to England.I had been so committed to my studies at home that, apart from dating not much had gone on in my seventeen years. In retrospect sacrificing study time for girls was a nonissue, studies had come so easy for me. Here in the U.K. I was being sexually tempered by two libidinous females. I was being educated in a sophisticated, foreign college, living with an Englishman who was sporting me to the pub and drinking pints a couple of nights a week. And now I was in a. Jenny Johnson who was at the time just leaving the Kansas city savings and loan. She noticed the beautiful sleek black car glide up to the curb in front of the bank. The car just screamed class and money. Jenny of course being married to an unpleasant man noticed this possible replacement and keenly awaited the appearance of the driver.Jim gracefully climbed out of the car with his back to Jenny, from a distance Jim was impressive he easily stood more than 6 foot 5 wearing a rich navy colored. ‘I must have missed supper then…’ ‘Henriette asked me to bring you this,’ Marie turned to point out a tray that sat on the bureau. ‘But I’m afraid that it might be cold by now.’ ‘Well, it’s my own fault,’ I turned away from her gaze. ‘No… I should have awakened you when I came in, but your beauty enraptured me… so I sat here watching you.’ I stood up. ‘Well, I don’t mind if it’s cold now… I’m hungry enough to eat anything.’ ‘Don’t…’ she blurted. ‘Relax… I’ll get it for you.’ I sat on the edge.