I approached Jenny's apartment uncharacteristically nervous. I had been fighting this hardon all day, but now I was as limp as a wet balloon. I was wo...ried I wouldn't be able to get it up for her.Jenny opened the door and peered at me. Her expression was difficult to read. She wasn't her usual cheery self, but she didn't look like she hated me either."Hey," she greeted me. "Come on in. Can I get you something?" Uh, no thanks. I'm fine." I think I was more nervous than she was.I followed her in. I'm going to make a smaller tapestry. It will be six feet tall by four foot wide," I admitted."The loom can make something up to six feet across. Did you set it up so you only have four feet to weave?" Maggie asked."Yes," I admitted. "It made sense." Good idea," Maggie said with a nod as we reached The Refuge. We entered together, but she then broke off to head for the music room as I made my way to the weaving room.I spent the next four hours adding about six inches to the tapestry. Robin and. Regardless, at the top of stairs is another hallway just like the last one leading to the boss's office.Guy grabs the doorknob and pushes the stained, white door far enough to creep inside. In the room is a man standing behind a desk chock full of money, coke, and papers all scattered about the place. He's a Cuban guy with slick, black hair on a balding head and beady, little, brown eyes. He wears a shag right under his nose and chapped, grizzled lips under that. His dress shirt is purple with. This is what I want.’ He then looked at me squarely. ‘I would love to feel your body without a condom, and I would love for you to feel all of me, not just through a condom. I would love for you to feel my skin against and inside your skin. Don’t you want that?’ I wanted to say no. I knew I could very easily get pregnant. But then, I just nodded. ‘Good,’ he half-said, half-sighed as he put the condom to the side. ‘But if you want it on, just tell me. I don’t want this uncomfortable for you.