Bret remembered Ahn Lee fondly as both of them where students at the University of Michigan. Bret had an affair with Ahn. When the semester ended, Ahn...returned to her home in Hawaii for the summer. She didn't return to school when the fall semester started. Bret wrote her two letters, but she never responded to them. He could now think of one big reason why she didn't respond.Ahn's not returning to school was a big disappointment for Bret as he was starting to develop feelings for her. He was. Get it together. They'd be stuck together for the foreseeable future and she had to make it work. He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd been perfect. She had to get herself together and pretend everything was fine until it felt that way for real. It was her only option. Besides, she had a boyfriend. The fact didn’t do much to shift her morals. Brady. Somewhere in the three years they’d been together, everything had shifted. He didn’t make her happy anymore. He made her feel like she was. "She kissed me on the forehead, "O.K. Time to make myself beautiful for you." Too late, you're already beautiful." She smiled and took her dress bag in the bathroom.After a minute or so she called in and asked, "Steve, could you bring my other stuff in the bathroom for me please?" Of course," I said. I picked up all her stuff and dutifully carried it into the bathroom. I didn't see her in there, though. After I walked in, the door shut behind me and Carrie pushed me back against the door hard.. Adrenaline. Booze. Serotonin. Dopamine. All the good hormones tempered by a solid bout of what the fuck was going on? I dropped my eyes, stared at the floor between my feet, tried to fight the aching throb that was between my legs. His voice, when he spoke again, was lower, huskier. “Look at this. If you saw this in a club, you'd want to pick it up, right?” I looked up again to find that he'd turned around so his back – and his ass – was facing me. He bent slightly at the waist, pushing it out..