We both walked to the bathroom (I walked behind her so I could watch her ass as she walked naked.) She turned the shower on and said "hot or cold?" I ...ooked at her body and said " cold sweetie, let's get your tits really hard this time!" She giggled, and slid my pants down licking the tip if my dick on the way down. She got into the shower and motioned for me to get in *I took my shirt off and got in* we made out for a couple of minutes sucking/bitting on each others tongues. We loved licking. We get down at our stop and walked silently. She and I know that nobody will be in next two streets.I pulled her, hugged and started kissing and squeezing her boob. I asked you don’t want Arjun. She said, from last night onwards I’m thinking about you. I like you. But I love Viswa. I’m in confusion. I understood her situation, I said this mistake is common now. It’s all happening because of situations. You know my love got to break up. I never told to anyone. Hope all will be ratified. On such. There was no fooling around this time with shooting of pistols from outside the fence. A man dashed in and cut the wire while another cowboy dropped a loop over a post. He backed his horse away and ripped out more of the fence this time than he had done before, about 50 feet this time, but that made little difference.The men still bunched up and made an excellent target for Bolivar to throw his hand grenades into. This time, Bolivar got off three grenades before the men were dispersed too much. I didn't care.Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were.