Letting out a little gasp, she pulled away. Doug removed his arms from her.Pulling away had been instinct. Linnea turned to face Doug, his face etched...with concern that he had stepped over some boundary. She knew that, now that she'd gotten away, she should make her excuses and go home. But, it had felt so good to be held by Doug. Besides, he didn't know who she was and he was headed back to college soon."You startled me," she said, stepping back into the circle of his arms, her head tilted. Before me was a row of ten doors, labelled from left to right: Asia, Africa, South America, Australia, Russia, Physically Disabled, Mentally Disabled, Transgender, Male, and a****l Kingdom. I knew exactly what those labels meant and was curious about all the rooms. So much to do, so little time. I grasped my throbbing dick and squeezed it to center my thoughts, then stepped towards the door marked "Africa". Behind it I found two small seperate rooms, one with a sign ENGAGED, one with the door. Sometimes I would accept my girlfriend Helena’s proposal to join her at the local bar to pick up some guy for spending a nice night…That Thursday night I sat quietly at a lonely table playing with the gold ring on my finger. I was just watching Helena swaying her tight body and dancing with a handsome black guy.Part of me was excited at the prospect of sharing my bed that night with someone new; but another part of me felt guilty for being there while my loving husband was out…Even if nothing. Come, sit beside me on the bench."Today he looks a little more casual. Black jeans and a windcheater. His erect posture makes the outfit look more formal than it is.He pats the bench beside him.I hesitate. Something doesn't feel right."I assure you that I am right. You are here much earlier than usual." I believe you. I – I..."I look around."I'm here too early. I don't understand. My watch must be wrong." It happens."He patted the bench seat beside him."Come and sit. Your daughter attends the.