A few months had passed, and we headed to Michigan. I believe we were somewhere around Detroit parked at a truck stop. For this part, I need to explai... that whenever we got out or into the truck he would open the door and help me. I haven’t opened a door in three and a half years.Anyway, when we walked he would always gently wrap his hand around the back of my neck. I loved when he did that. I was after all completely all his at this point. We had walked into the truck stop to get a few things. .” She grinned and looked up into his eyes, “So who are you anyway?”“What?” He laughed, then shrugged, “Your boyfriend?”“Well yeah, we've established that already.” She laughed, “But I was asking more about the apartment, and the limo, and a lawyer that would scare God himself...just who are you, some secret agent or something?”He laughed, grabbing his aching ribs, “Nope, just a lowly code monkey.”“Code monkey?”“I write computer programs.”“What like games and stuff?”“Yeah.” Mike replied,. It's stupid. It's so stupid. I don't even know why I got so angry anymore.But it was good to feel something that strong that it wiped out everything else. And I can feel now, underneath the aching throb of my hand, the washed out feeling that I usually have. It's like I remember feeling something, a long time ago, but it's gone now, and all I'm left with is a memory and an old t-shirt.Carly's saying my name. She's saying it over and over and over and touching my face, her fingers flitting. Isn’t it something?”“So… are we going to have sex?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her close.“No. I cannot do that. I am still a virgin and only my husband will deflower me.”I felt a wave of disappointment hit me. A few hours ago, I was a man determined not to entertain any relationship but now, I was looking forward to one.Mary noticed the disappointment on my face. She looked at me with pity and said, “We will have our fun, but not today. I am not clean and I need to.