He enters seeing Andy on his couch with a beer on the coffee table waiting for him. ‘How bad is it this time?’ Andy asks, worried about Keith. ‘... couldn’t stop thinking about her last night or at work today. Every time I tried to switch to a different thought process, my mind would just go back to her.’ Keith sits on the couch and takes a sip of his beer. ‘What is it that you are focusing on about her? The date rejection?’ ‘That is part of it. Also thinking about how nice she was with the. "I couldn't help but crack up, but quickly turned my attention to my drink, so nobody would think I was crazy just sitting in the corner laughing to myself.There were a few cute girls around, but most looked too coiffed or too bitchy to approach. I wondered at that. Presumably, if they came without a boyfriend, they were here to dance, and perhaps meet guys. But most looked so intimidating that only the oiliest pick-up artists would attempt to vault their defenses.That's not fair. Perhaps, I. I got a few honks from truckers as I passed them by, since I had picked up my tiny skirt up to my waist; so all these horny men could see my shaven pussy lips, as I spread my thighs for them…Once at the parking lot of the rest stop, I noticed several car and heavy trucks parked there.I knew it was a well-known cruising spot for gays, mostly. So, I saw there some guys in their cars, looking to get a lucky night…I got out of my car and walked slowly, passing all the truckers and other guys. I saw. Can I rely on that? Do they actually love me, or is it something that I did to them?The very idea that I had forced my girls to love me, tore me up inside. For my part, I can say that I loved each of them. I didn't want slaves to my biology. The worst part was that if they weren't forced to love me because of some manipulation to their brains, how would I ever know? Would this be in the back of my mind every time they said it? Could I trust myself to believe them? I could feel this worm of.