"Well now you know it, so I guess we're not strangers anymore," she happily says. "But...how did you get in my apartment and why were you sucking me... off?" I question her. "Oh, it was easy to get a key to your place. I just gave the janitor a blow job and he happily gave me anything I wanted," she answers. "You're kidding? It was that easy? Why are you doing this?" I say, still quite puzzled by everything that was happening. "Because I noticed you the day I moved in. I need a strong man. “No telling,” he said. “She was pretty pissed when he went to the pool without her. Was he with somebody else?” “I think so,” she said. She looked out all the windows and saw no one was about. She slid across the bench seat and drew nearer to him. He raised his arms to slide over her shoulders. His heart fluttered in nervous uncertainty. So did hers. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled her closer and brought his mouth to hers. They both took deep breaths and kissed again, then. I met R_ online over a year ago, her profile stated “submissive … I love Anal Sex”, we exchanged a few emails tentatively feeling each other out and then ‘wham!’ we were chatting every day. I got to know her well and found her life to be quite interesting. Currently working in the Financial Industry, she had the straight laced, buttoned down collar look of a Librarian or a school teacher, but on weekends her alto ego came out to play. She loved NSA sex; (No Strings Attached) anything. They walked to the Varsity for lunch instead. Who knew what forgotten meal they ordered for most of it sat uneaten as they talked in a booth across from one another. ‘Len, for the longest time I thought you were from California,’ she said. ‘ I lived there for three years. It’s a weird place: beautiful but weird. I was happy to move back ‘ ‘I knew there was something Jersey about you the whole time, though,’ she commented,’ you can’t hide a Jersey boy from me even if you tried.’ Jersey girls.