I was bound to let her drive few minutes in the parking lot. She was having trouble at turning. I had to help her every time. While doing so, I was un...illingly touching, sometime hitting her boobs with my elbow. Each time I said, sorry. At the end when we were leaving, she pushed me aside from Topu. She smiled, whispered at my ear and said,” You were hitting my boobs, on purpose, didn’t you? Do you like them?” I was shocked, for the blunt statement. I said, she was wrong. She was requesting me. You see, well it's a long story.It all started around three weeks before that night in the restaurant. I had just got out of a very destructive long term relationship and decided I needed to get back out into society, meet some new people, maybe even try dating again. My ex though, well he didn't agree. I'd tried to break up with him many times before but each time he knew how to say the right things for me to give him "just one more chance" because maybe he "could really change" this time. But. That's as much privacy as I need... at least for now."Kristen was silent a few minutes. I was about to say something when she said, "All right. But this room will be here, whether you choose to use it or not."I sighed. I hated spoiling Kristen's surprises, but I really disliked her spending money on me like that. I wasn't interested in being the beneficiary of all of Kristen's money. Sherry's outburst a few months ago about me loving Kristen only because of her money made me very sensitive to. I tried to comfort her in my clumsy male way."Vee, please remember that we're your friends, and if you need us, we'll be here for you." Thanks, Jon, I know that, I can tell that you all care about me, and I do appreciate it. Blame my hormones! And please keep going at that knot by my shoulder blade, it's almost exquisite agony, but it feels so much better already."I continued with my massage, feeling her trying to relax her body, even though I knew that the hard pressure of my fingers must be.