The blood has rushed to my cheeks and I’m angry that you’re pushing me around. As I pick them up, I drop one back onto the table, as I reach acros... to grab it, you come behind me again, grabbing both my hands in one and pin me against the table. I tell you in an angry whisper, "Get the fuck off! I know the people here!"You laugh and lean down saying, "I know. You forced me here, and I can't help it. You shouldn't have worn that cute skirt." You flip my skirt up, keeping me pinned down and push. .very funny." I was feeling unusually uncomfortable with thiskind of talk. I normally enjoyed our flirty rapport, but for the lastcouple weeks for some reason it made me feel...a little off."Oh, Nick; I was just joking." She flipped the light off and walked outtowards the kitchen. Her skirt was swinging like a bell hung on herswaying ass as she went. Whether consciously or not: she knew what shewas doing."Sorry, Jenn...I just need to unwind." I watched her work the kitchenwith domestic. Again, no pressure. You tell me if and when you are ready.’ We arrived at my apartment. It is a loft style on the third floor of a building I am renovating. I buy them relatively cheap, then fix them up and either sell them or rent them. As of now I own three apartment buildings and have flipped about a half of dozen more. Some are commercial buildings and a couple of houses. As such, my yearly income is in the low to mid six figures. I am not hurting but I don’t live extravagantly either. My. I mean, this was really none of my business. I winced at the thought of her being inside, alone in the dark. I pictured her reaching out to her mother just to be pushed away and being further hurt by one who should be loving and comforting her. Somehow I just couldn't move away and yet I didn't really have a reason to be there. I started to move away and then stopped short as I thought I heard crying coming from inside.I knocked on the door, first quietly then with more force, as the crying.