I didn't know what to say."It's okay," he reiterated. "I'm okay," he added. "I had my chance,Sarah, and I blew it. I never should have let you go, and...now I need tolive with those consequences."I started once more. "Josh--" Sarah," he interrupted gently. "Please, don't feel badly about this. Ishould have seen it coming. I should have known that you had moved on. Ishould have been prepared for tonight. I wasn't, but that isn't yourfault. None of this is your fault. Okay?"I sighed. This was not. I run towards a nearby alley with the two bodyguards still on my tail. I run past a corner and into the dumpster nearby. I peek out to see the two bodyguards run past.I breathe hard in the dumpster now smelling like rotten bananas and rotting pork. I wait a while before getting out to make sure the bodyguards don't double back. I am really cautious at this point. I don't want the short man to see me or a suspicious bodyguard looking for me. I really stand out in the crowd, since I have buzzed. The thoughtof fucking my f******n-year-old son pushing me over the edge. My secondload in minutes being greedily sucked up by the helpful flight attendant.He swallowed every, last drop, before he finished licking and cleaning mydeflating cock. I realized at that moment that I'd always wanted to havesex with my boys. It was destined to be. The flight attendant stood up, his face wet with cum and spit. Theattendant leaned down and kissed me on the lips, pushing his tongue into mymouth. I. " What's that?" It's a light, sweet red wine with a bit of a fizz." Les -- I'm nineteen." And, I'm twenty. This is a safe place. I wouldn't try ordering a drink at the Arlington. The cops sweep that place regularly. Here ... here it's okay. They won't even ask for an ID." I don't know..." I'm not a big drinker, Donna. I don't binge drink. My folks introduced it to us as kids. When we were fourteen we started having tastes of wine and beer at dinner. They taught us to respect the stuff, and I've.