Samer: "I was never gay, I just fucked."Me: "OK, I hope you realize it is time for you to pick up your stuff and move to your future wife, baby machin..., passport printer, whatever you want to call her. I wish you a happy life, whatever you consider happiness." - I got really nervous and started to tear up. Samer: "Happy... I can't be happy and get what I need. Whatever. I will go."As he said that, I just left the apartment. I couldn't watch him picking his stuff up, packing the bag and leaving.. ”She then got a serious look on her face. “Oh George, I feel so afraid...”I looked at her in a panic and said, “Afraid, my love? Afraid of what?”She gave me small smile and whispered, “Afraid that I will wake up and find myself in my bed all alone. I just can’t believe that we are married and are here in Bermuda on our honey moon.”I started to move my hips and said with a laugh, “Well if this is all a dream, I’m going to have to wash my pants and the sheets, because this is the most fantastic. He began to rub my clit and I knew that if he kept doing it I would climax and it would not be one of those tiny ones I had been having. It was going to be one of those great big ones that I have in my bed alone at night.I closed my legs tight and said "No, please, I can't, stop please."With my legs tight against his hand his fingers kept working my clit and I was right at the point that I was about to shudder in what had to be the hardest climax I'd had up to this point. I knew it was. It was a half-hour by cab and about a $12.00 fare but I didn?t care.I regretted my decision as a soon as I got in. The cab stunk so badly of rotten eggs I wondered how the cabbie could stand it. I looked at him and realized he probably didn?t notice it. He was fat, greasy and not too bright looking. He spoke English though, with a Russian accent.I was too depressed over the events of the day to care. I didn't have him stop like I started to, I just sat in the back seat and zoned out until he.