It had been about two weeks since we came back home, and I wondered if he was about to tell me his decision. I had been anxiously awaiting his answer...."I need to talk to you." "Okay, what's going on?" "I haven't slept since we came back home. All I keep thinking about is you. I lay awake, wanting you." "Okay. What are you thinking?" "I was wondering, we're you serious when you said you'd leave Kyle?" "Jordan, it's more than a divorce. There's kids, your friendship, and that's-" "I understand.. " She tries to move away."How about I get you one of your favorite popsicles to sooth your throat," he suggests. "Maybe one each for your sore ass and cunt too." I don’t think we have any more of those," she informs him."Well then I'll go to the store and get you some," he offers."Wait, can I come too?" She finally sits up."Aren't you sore?" he is confused."I've seen pornos where a girl hitches a ride only to get fucked in the car and ditched in the middle of nowhere. She has to walk around. He was a portly man, his mustache curled up on each side, giving him a sort of a ring leader look. His top hat had ‘FUCK’ written across it in sparkling glitter. His suit patterned with several figures in various sex positions, as though someone had taken the kama sutra and plastered it onto a full suit. His cane could have easily been mistaken for an elongated dildo. As he spoke, his voice rang out like an old radio announcer.“Hello ladies and gentlemen!” He exclaimed arms spread out on. Chad's touch made Jen tingle."Excuse me," Jen heard, as a man pushed his way to the bar. Chad smoothly slid an arm around Jen and pulled her to him to create a space for the man. Their bodies were pressed together and he rested his hand on her back. Soon he was lightly caressing her back. Their eyes met, and she blushed as she realized that Chad's dancing fingers easily confirmed to him that she wasn't wearing a bra.Another man pushed to the bar, and she found herself moving closer so they were.