“Your boyfriend is waiting for you in the back, on the left.” Nervous, Nichole took a big sip of her drink then picked it up and walked to...the back. She tried to ignore the stares and whistles as the crowd parted its ways for her. She couldn’t help noticing the crowd was almost all men but their reaction toward her let her know this wasn’t a gay bar. She saw Dave smiling as she approached the table. When she got there, she reached for the empty chair, but he reached. There i met these 2 gals Diya and Catherine (name changed). They were in ma same branch but sadly there were 2 batches n they were not in ma class. But in the 2and year i became friendlier with them and we became good friends. Then i came to know that Diya was having a bf for a long time n she z still continuing it. And cat aka Catherine was interested in partying n enjoin life. She had many BF’s n now she was single.Let me introduce us 1st… I am a 20 year old boy 5’10 height with fair. Okay, I guess sometimes she got impatient with me, and sometimes she was probably just pissed off at her life – the rest of her life – and she'd yell at me or whatever. But thinking back, most of the time she treated me like I was the most important thing in her life. Certainly, the way my father treated her, he wasn't what she really cared about. She never really said anything about her job, whatever it was. But she almost always had time for me.And then I had this horrible thought. If, like,. Soon after I saw her texting. When I had a chance I looked at her phone again. As I figured she replied to him that she could host Thursday morning between 830 until 11 or so that I’d be home at noon or soon after. So I kept checking thru the week to see if anything changed, and they were on schedule to meet. I was also shocked to see my wife took a few nude selfies and was trading pics. It wasn’t like her to expose herself like that, even though she didn’t put her face out there. He would send.