I don't even know how to start to explain it to you. I do love you," and my voice cracked, just slightly, as I admitted it again, "but I can't be with...you. I want you to make love to me. You'll understand after, I promise. I need you to trust me, just for a little while."I steeled myself and met his gaze, his eyes searching my face. The frown and deep creases in his forehead remained. I almost started to cry again, but I managed to blink the tears away and hold my gaze steadily on his eyes.He. ”The two men shook hands. Frank Boscow reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a small flask. “A little Dutch courage, guys?” He reached over to a small counter at the side of the room and grabbed a few paper cups.“Sure, why not,” agreed his counterpart. He shifted his cane to the other hand and held out his hand for the proffered drink. “Skoal.”“Cheers,” said Peter.“Mazeltov!”“Scotch,” commented Peter’s father, after downing the shot in the paper cup.Frank Boscow nodded. “I got to liking. I had no chance to stare her and get to see her every day for next 2 years. I knew I would not be able to take one step further and story will end with just being classmates as she was in my class, I used to never miss a chance to sit beside her bench. I never missed a chance to be close to her and but would never try to talk to her and our dress code was white shirt and black pants. Avani used to wear a tight white shirt and tighter pants whole class was mad after her and me after her sized. "He's a good lover then" I said rather superfluously."Good? She exclaimed, sliding off her dress, "look what that big black bastard has done to your wife!"She had love bites all over her tits and on the inside of her thighs."He fucked me four times last night" she went on, "and he made me suck him off twice. He says I am now his cock sucking slut to do as he pleases with, and he is right!"To my shame I began to cry again, and told her I would do anything for her, to try to keep her."What you.