During our walk from railway station to his house (it was 15 minutes) I noticed him staring at my bra and by ass at least 5-6 times. I was not feeling...good. But I had no option.Thus, I went to his house. He stayed there with his friends. But that day no one had returned. I was feeling awkward. But I entered his house. He offered me his towel and asked me to dry myself. But the towel was not enough I was drenching in wet clothes. He said if I don’t mind I can use his short and t-shirt. I was. . she.. she was involved.' 'Oh my God!' yelled Jenny.'But listen, I'm taking care of her.' Jenny's voice quivered; she stumbled to get her words out, 'But how? When?.. and where is she now?'The time had come. Craig commenced the ultimate crock of lies, devising a devilish tale. He spoke of of an old jeep speeding off-road. The the impact with the tree.. The emergency airlift to the hospital.. He proceeded to explain how Sheila was in an African infirmary. Supposedly she was getting better,. And his eyes spoke more than his mouth.He had something about him, she thought... something very appealing about his silence... some sort of hidden passion, manifested not only by the semi-permanent bulge in his pants, but also by his delicate mannerism in which he touched her and the way he breathed when he fucked her... it always seemed as if he was holding back something more than words... and she never thought she'd discover it that way.He came to visit again, as she asked him to... and. “Unfortunately, Ryan couldn’t be here today. He has asked me to meet with you instead.”I stared at her for what seemed like forever. Like what the fuck? He was the one who had insisted on meeting face-to-face and discussing his stupid logo. And then what? He bails and sends his stupid perfect girlfriend on his behalf? And a girlfriend? Really? What were you thinking hunting for guys online then?“He could’ve texted me and I would’ve e-mailed the designs, you know. This is just a waste of time.”.