We went into his bedroom, and I looked around. Id seen this room so many times before, in pictures, in youtube videos, on twitter&hellip, yet it was d...fferent being in it. I walked along the walls, looking at the posters of gaming related stuff, the figurines, the computer with three displays and the shelf full of all of his games. It was a room that shouted out his interests, his personality. I liked it, always had. My bedroom was for sure not this personal. I stood by his computer, looking. “You didn't like her saying that, did you?”“No,” I said. “But...”“You felt guilty for breaking your promise to stay faithful.” She smiled at me. “But did you feel guilty for cheating on her, or because you didn't think yourself that type of girl who could cheat. Did you ever love Samantha?”“Of course I loved her,” I protested. “I dated her.”Ms. McTaggart gave a soft chuckled. “Well, as a futa, I can tell you that love has nothing to do with dating. Love might grow from dating, or it might exist. Then it just gets recognized as cold and gets painful."It's just like after an orgasm. Continued stimulation can start to feel painful. You've only got that brief moment to work with, but if you get it right, it can really kick it up a notch." Thanks, Emeril. And believe me, if you were a woman and felt the effect of those ice cubes, you wouldn't use that limp-ass 'kick it up a notch.' It was mind blowing. Where did you learn all this stuff? Did you go to the Cordon Screw?" I read it in a. I can't give that back to you now, I don't know if I ever will." She was cryingIt was getting late and I had to go to work. I now offered her some thoughts so that she could answer me when I got home. "Listen to me. I have to go to work now, and I don't feel comfortable with you staying in the house while I'm gone. You will have to leave." She panicked. "Please," she said. "Please!" I cut her off."I want to give you some more facts for you to answer my question. While you have been gone, I have.