I was painting a board with trees and bushes and green paint was all over my hands, “i need a wee” i said to “Dave” the site manager was w...th me and he noticed my hands “ youll get paint all over the door handles” he said “ let me help” we walked down the hall towards the toilets, he open the door and followed me inside, “ here let me help you you don’t want paint over your cloths” he turned the taps on for me and watched me wash my hands, we were chatting away with small talk, i soaped. I blinked rapidly and buried my face in his shoulder. Sex had never been anything other than sex between us. But this… this was different. Jason has always made me feel good with complements and paying me more than enough attention but it had never felt like this before. I felt wanted and cherished.There was a tightness in my throat and I fought to get control over my emotions. It’s just sex, I reminded myself. But it wasn’t. Not this time. Something major had shifted and I was feeling. There was a young black guy sitting across from me, about eighteen or nineteen. Hair in cornrows under a baseball cap, large sunglasses covering his face, thin little mustache."Sorry?" I asked."You like video games?" he repeated, this time a little more clearly."Mm, not too much," I said, looking back down at my book.Is this guy trying to sell me something? I wondered. I tried to return to my reading, but I was distracted by the presence of the guy across from me. The back section of the bus. I watched her legs and hips as she did so. Something stirred slightly in me or more accurately, in my pants. I apologized for interrupting her and Mr. Smith, she looked over her shoulder with a slight smile and informed me that Mr. Smith was visiting friends in town but would be by very soon most likely. I must have frowned slightly for her to notice. She quickly added, "Let me give him a call, I was meaning to anyway." She excused herself as she went into another room to make the call. I.