So I couldn't resist teasing Devon about something I knew about him. If I wasn't half bombed out of my gourd I might have never brought it up.“So, t...ll me Devon, why did you feel the need to fuck your girlfriend's roommate, Tina, in the ass?” His face gave me a good chuckle. He was stunned.“Shit, Mrs. P how did you know that?”Giggling, “Especially when Jane walked in catching you?” "Who the fuck told you that? Did Mike?”“No, sweetie, Mike never said a word. If you tell me why you did it I will. My best feature, however, were my eyes. I had gotten quite a few compliments about them from girls then. I always took it as a kindness aspect. They were a shade of green, about the color of grass as its full potential. Even though I really never noticed it, a few girls would look just a little longer than normal at them. Unfortunately to them, I suffered from light sensitivity from my astigmatism, forcing me to wear sunglasses almost all the time while outside. Even some brightly lit rooms. . I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close, listening to her heart beating. Such a simple, glorious, wonderful thing, the human heartbeat, so comforting and reassuring. I felt the rage retreat, its fires banked once again and under control.But my heart kept pounding like a fire alarm and the tears continued to fall. I couldn't stop them. The memory of what I'd seen and felt wouldn't go away."Baby, what's wrong." she asked. "What happened?" Bad dream. Very bad dream, but it was so. We won’t be able to fuck, but at least we can spend some time together.” “I’m not sure I can do that. Won’t it be difficult with Sharon there?” “It’ll be fine, and she deserves it” “OK, what time” We agreed a time, and I got dressed and headed home to explain that I’d got the electric back on, but that Jennifer’s cooker was not working as it was causing the circuit to blow. I told Sharon that I’d invited Jennifer to join us for dinner. She had no problem with that (it meant I wouldn’t question.