I traced my fingers along her sides again, but this time, when I reached the sides of her breasts, I caressed them gently, rubbing and teasing her nip...le, circling them with my thumbs. She gasped into my mouth, and grinded against me harder, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could almost feel her begging me to touch her. Finally, my thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she broke the kiss and moaned loudly. I had to bite her lip and pull her back to me so I could attempt to keep her. She went silent for a moment. sarcastically and laughingly said “Ahaa..so that you can marry her and run away to somewhere.. like my husband did”.She said it laughingly but I can sense the pain inside. Her husband went to Dubai when their daughter was 4 years old. Within these 10 years he visited them only once i.e. 3 years ago. I known she was facing some loneliness in her life. To change the topic and relax her mood, I asked about the welfare group which she was running.We took a long walk. I loved it and the town's best attribute, their police officers of course! When I arrived at my aunts house I got settled and spent some time with her. After a few hours of catching up, I asked to borrow her car. I had made a few friends during my visits and was eager to see them. She handed me the keys and joked that she didn't expect me to spend a Friday night with her. I kissed her on the cheek and said thanks, then headed into town.I pulled in to the park and ride; it was the most popular. It just doesn’t make sense that avoiding suffering causes more suffering.”“Years ago we talked about your problem with trying to avoid hurting people. Remember what caused that?”I nodded, “Yes. By trying to avoid hurting you, I hurt you worse than if I’d just been straight with you from the beginning.”“And that makes sense to you. So why is the concept from your book so difficult to grasp?”“Because I’m fucking sick and tired of being hurt!” I said forcefully.“Didn’t you once tell me about.