Sure, she’d always been a slut. She’d even always been a touch submissive. She loved fucking, of course. But that was just it: she loved fucking, ...nd so she got fucked. She didn’t yet love that people loved fucking her. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite register.Not until that day. She’d been invited here by a long-time partner, one who always seemed to know her better than she knew herself. That’s how she liked her partners, usually: smarter than her, controlling,. As he slid into the booth in the seat opposite, he was pleased to note that her top three buttons were undone. He took her hand, and for a long time neither of them spoke. They simply looked at each other. Dean caught a motion of the guy on the barstool trying to watch them, probably puzzled and trying to figure out what they were up to. Dean raised his eyebrow slightly, and caught Michelle’s slight nod in response. He remembered how delicately she could move, and knew from this motion that she. Welcome home,? the black haired guy smiled.?Charles don’t you remember us?? asked Brady.?As a matter of fact Brady, no. I don’t remember my childhood in this town at all,? Charles confessed to them.?You don’t remember us? You don’t remember any of your childhood?? the black haired guy was shocked. ?Well that makes sense. If you did you would have recognized us too. I mean back at the diner three weeks ago.??Charles this is your good buddy Pete,? Brady introducing the black haired guy to. I guess we are two lucky people that we have each other." Jesse stopped in front of a Jewelry store.He led her inside. A half hour later they left with a matched pair of wedding bands. Jesse already had placed the simple engagement ring on her finger.They drove to a mall and shopped for more Christmas presents for the few people Jesse called friends. In a moment of sad reflection Marie realized she had no friends except those she begun to make since she ran over Jesse's house."Sweetheart, we.