We left the pub and I was marched down the high street and towards home. I got pushed through the front door and marched upstairs.You should have seen...the grin on my face. Seriously, it was a picture. ~oOo~My body had been on edge for far too long and my orgasm ripped through me. She told me that I should come for her like the slut that I was; that I should soak the bedclothes with my juices because the next time she was going to fuck me it would be in my ass. She knew how much I loved it up. Pergolizzi." But his eyes remained hard.Well I guess I should have expected him to know my name. After all we did have a meeting set up.As we sat down, the waitress rushed to serve him. She acted as if he was the Pope and this was a holy visit. At one point, I swear, I thought she was going to drop to her knees and kiss his ring or something.I wondered if he demanded this devotion through fear, respect, or just loyalty. I might never know, but I was fascinated. Back in my home area of New York. ”“Sounds like a hell of a story,” Carter murmured. “How come I’ve never heard of it?”How come we’ve never heard of it?“Sorry to break it to you, Alex, but you’re not exactly the listening type. I learned not to bore you to death with my past, or stories about my friends.”“Like Carter?”“Yes, like him, too,” Aron sighed. “But you wanted to know, so...”The man fell silent and just stared at him. What was he supposed to say now?“Well, I’m glad you told me about David. And about what he said about. . well I love you Natalie. I have dated other girls, been with other girls... but none of them gets anywhere close to how you make me feel. This sounds so lame... but I guess the only thing to say is do you want to be my girlfriend?” Greg said as he smiled looking into my eyes. “Yes... I do. I love you too Greg.” I replied as I hugged him tight again. “This is hard.” he said.“What is?” I asked looking up at him.“Letting you go someplace else... I wish you could stay, but I get it.” he said.“You.