He recognized easily those hints of her inability to see her true worth to him because of those underlining issues. Again, he thought, he would pluck ...way those issues and open her up to shine. He questioned, ‘You don’t believe what I say?’ She shrugged, her fingers nervously fidgeted against the slick vinyl. He lifted his hands and brought them against her cinched waist. As he peered up at her, he slightly nudged her forward between his knees. He urged her, ‘Rosangela, believe what I say and. . I preferred to let him think that I was just barren, so perhaps he would let me go after all. Oh, fuck, I’m not worthy of you, of your haven, of any of it!” Sahar was in tears now, but I brought her closer and gave her a kiss that couldn’t have been missed.“Yeah, well, you were in mortal peril, going back to Iran could have been fatal ... can’t blame you for that ... and I wasn’t exactly what you may have been looking for ... I fucked several girls while we were together, you know. I didn’t. But I never cared about it as I knew she was mature enough to do whatever she wants.We both used to go for dinner and drinks on Friday evenings every week. Yes, I knew men of all ages would peep at her. But that never bothered me as I knew that was normal. She had a great figure of 36-28-36.One day we decided to hop to a new lounge to enjoy some drinks and music. As we reached the lounge, we saw all seats were occupied. So we decided to sit on the seats at the bar counter. There were 4 seats on. "Go sit on the couch and let me bring it to you. Ok?" Sure, baby, if that's what you want."Bob walked back into the den and plopped on the soft leather couch. His robe gapped open lewdly. Beth pressed her fingers into the tablets in his wine and in a moment they dissolved and disappeared, odorless and tasteless.Beth dramatically danced back into the den carrying both wine glasses. She played hard-to-catch for a moment before finally relinquishing the glass to Bob. Bob smiled when he saw Beth.