I rarely saw any woman more than four or five times before I ended it on some petty excuse. I was reasonably satisfied with the way my life was going....Since I didn't have to worry about my private life, since I had decided I was a confirmed bachelor for all eternity, I threw myself into my job and got one promotion after another. I figured if I couldn't fuck, I could at least be rich.Then I met her. Her name was Tabitha. I laughed the first time I heard her name. The first thing that came to. “I didn’t see anything…” I lied. She didn’t say anything; she just stood looking embarrassed and uncomfortable. “Want a drink?” I asked and walked over to the bar. “Sure," she replied walking over, holding her towel around tighter than ever. “Midori for the lady?” I smiled and she nodded back. I poured a scotch and coke for myself and a Midori and lemonade for Natalie and sat down next to her on the bar stools. “So… what’s new, Nat? You have a boyfriend these days?” “Nope, just dating for now;. "I turned, and returned to the kitchen. I cleaned up from breakfast, and poured myself a second cup of coffee. I wandered back to the window, taking a comfortable seat off to one side. I admired her pert butt, and the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath. Some days, I simply have to be grateful to Whatever Power gifted me with this sort of moment. Sipping my coffee, I enjoyed the view.Sure enough, I was distracted from my musings about the hot naked woman in my window, as Andy came. Though he did not object, I clarified the action by revealing to him that I was cold. We situated into a comfortable position, him sitting and me lying with his arm around me, hand placed on top of my blanketed hip. I watched the movie until he spoke. ‘You like me.’ He said exposing his confident, large-toothed grin. ‘No.’ I said simply, as if he had asked a question instead of making a statement. The remainder of the specific phrasing of the conversation escapes the grasps of my memory (an.