“Yes, I’m really mad at you. You just fucked me then ran out without a word, how do you think I feel!” I yelled at him. Paul just hung his head...and refused to look at me. “Come on Paul, talk to me, what’s going on?” I pleaded. “I shouldn’t have done it to you,” he said, “you were alone and I should have been stronger that that,” he said miserably. “So, you think I’m mad at you for getting my cherry and blame you for it?” I demanded. “Well, don’t you?” he asked. “You got to admit you are. During lunch I have a short word with Nerra about my health. Given a few more days with low stress she thinks I’ll be recovered enough for our usual activities by the weekend.Lisa, Jenn, and I go up to inspect the work done. They’ve moved the walls, built or rebuilt the bathroom walls, re-plastered, and painted since Monday. Plumbers busy at work doing the showers and baths. Fast workers. I must keep their card for future work. We go through the building. It looks different with furniture and. Michelle was lets say a bit on the lookout for a casual relationship.i was free and at this point very easy.it must have been the wine but i suggested we should get a room,always assuming she was up for it which she was.so after the formalities of signing in etc.we headed for the elevator.there were a few people in the lobby so we waited for the next one.as the doors closed i noticed we were alone inside.i took the initiative and pulled michelle close to me.as the elevator rose so did my. Inspecting my reflection…. hair in place…. make up fresh. I wanted to look my best…. although I wasn’t feeling it. A long, impatient flight from Australia to America. I felt crumpled and disheveled. I was glad to be off the plane at long last. But now I had this sickening butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if you were disappointed? What if I don’t turn out to be what you’re expecting? Oh my God…am I doing the right thing here or am I setting myself up for the worst kind of.