Did she give in, embrace the whore within and find meaningless gratification for an hour or two at a time, never again knowing what it was like to lov... and be loved only by one man? Or did she walk away, her remaining integrity and values still attached, with the hope of someday again finding long and lasting happiness with a man she loved? And what about Jake? Had he really meant what he’d said about giving her permission to sleep around? She didn’t think so. Quite frankly she hoped not. She. I feel your right hand find my thigh, scratching at the fabric. There's no way the entire theater can't hear the sound of that scratching, but as I part my right eye, everyone is engrossed in the movie. The audience is absorbed with the couple on the screen who are locked in a Hollywood bedroom tangle, stale and unbelievable.But the real sensuality is being played behind the audience, in that darkest place just under the projector lights, where if the audience were to turn around, the glare of. For whatever reason I decided to follow him to the restroom and take a leak myself. When I got inside he was standing at a urinal unzipping himself so I went over a couple of urinals to his right. This guy was big, at least six foot two, with black hair and a goatee beard. I'm not sure why but I wanted to catch a glimpse of his penis when he urinated so I kept peeking over his way, trying not to be too obvious about it. He took it out and just as I thought he was big down there too! He held. .. waiting for the change." You think it's a Jekyll and Hyde thing, then? Your reaction to me?" Armand steepled his fingers. "I admit it -- the videos of us were a mistake. I rubbed your nose in something that was working for you -- for both of us. And now you're ashamed of yourself." Yes." Why?" I -- we -- you..." Sharon took a breath. "I'd been lying to myself; I'd come here, pretending to try to hold my own with you, and you'd shred it and use me -- and I'd conveniently forget the fact that.