You give me so much, and I love you for it, but I need...I've always needed something more. Throughout my life I've been with a fair number of guys. Y...u know this. Some white, like you. Some black, like me. I fell in love with you. I love our life. I love our sex. I love what we share. But, on occasion I just need more." How long has this been going on." It's always been going on," she says quietly. I turn away from her. "It's not often, mind you, but it's always been a thing." You've been. At first all I noticed was holiday decorations. Then I noticed the ‘tree’ was made of cardboard boxes. I started to tell Cinnamon it was very creative when I realized my things weren’t in their usual places. In fact, they weren’t anywhere. I know I left in a hurry but I didn’t strip the apartment.“Cinnamon,” I said, “what’s going on?”“Honey you forgot,” she answered. “With all that’s happened the past two months, you probably haven’t even looked at your mail. Your lease is up. The manager came. Come on in." Dr Laydon led me into a little square foyer with black and white tiles and then opened the door to his left. His office-cum-therapy room was neat and soft and sort of manly. There were a couple of tall glass fronted bookcases with little lead lined windows; a big leather arm chair; a desk, maybe oak of some other traditional material. There was no a traditional therapists couch, but a selection including a giant red sofa bean bag, a chaise and an overstuffed squishy sofa."Where. Linda stood up and put her bikini bottom on. She adjusted the crotch to make sure the mess was as covered as possible and with her bikini top in her hand walked away over the sand hill. I picked up my towel and followed behind her. He called something out to us but she totally ignored him.When I caught up to her she was crying and trying to put her bikini top back on. I helped her with her top and asked her did he hurt her. She said she loved it and she was okay but continued to cry all the way.