She looked like she just lost her puppy. I asked her what was wrong and she told me everything was fine and she was happy for me, but I knew in my gut...there was something going on. I finally figured it out.I asked her if she liked him too and she denied it. But there was some kind of reaction there. A quick look of relief, then back to the lost puppy dog look. I finally got her to admit to it. She'd fallen for him over the years, now he was the only thing on her mind after she went to bed and. We both actually felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders and on the ride home she ask me to stop in the second phase of our neighborhood that wasn't built yet and I was thinking we were about to have sex or something as like a goodbye to the relationship. I was very much wrong. When we got back there she explained to me how we can stay really close friends but just not in a relationship and then ask me a question that made my heart drop. She said how did you like the video? I was. . His fingernail, even cut short as it was, traced the seams of the clothe and paper binding on the rear cover. A crackle of ancient dried glue popped the edges, much to his surprise. The binding held tight for the other seams.He peeled back the loose seam, separating the paper as best he could. A cardboard stiffener slid free with difficulty. Along with it dropped a sheet of paper, and a thin red coin.The coin, made of some bizarre plastic or gem stone, bore a face on one side with a triangle. One of these days though, I will march straight to the closet in my bedroom, open the secret little compartment at the back and get the package that has been sitting there for nearly eight years. I will tear open the light cardboard box, take away the plastic and I will marvel at the cock in my hand. The rubber cock would be cold, very cold, from being all alone in his small, dark house for years but I will warm it up in my hands until it has taken on my body temperature. I would suck it, as if.