I told them that I met you. Liked you, maybe even was starting to love you.” He smiled, “Early innings, don’t be worried.”To change the subjec..., I glanced at the watch on his thick wrist, “Many complications?”“A few.” He smiled, “Quite a few, actually. I didn’t know you were into watches.”“It depends on the tourbillons.”He gave me a sideways glance, knowing I was faking it. But he didn’t call me out. Guys let you get away with a lot when they’re scoring pussy. Or hoping to. Or fantasizing about. Ted left the room leaving me to my thoughts. Over the next few days, I was able to come to terms with lots of things such as why I had reached out for new sexual experiences and now, Ted's unexpected bomb. The thing is, it clarified everything because I realized that what I had been looking for was more than just sex but someone different, more exciting than Ted. I was looking for someone to care for me as much as I cared for him. In fact, the quest I was on, was to find true love, something. " I was dumbfounded. I wasn't sure if I should hit him, turn red and leave, or thank him. I was about to run, when he stretched out his hand and ran it across my left breast, his index finger coming to rest on my nipple.Still unsure of how to handle this, I froze. "Have you considered implants?" he asked. His finger moved slightly, and my nipple hardened.This was something else. I suddenly realized what was happening. He was hitting on me. Me! An overweight, fish-belly-white slob who never. It was tight and a bit dusty but I managed to get myself inside. I had to find that breaker box I thought to myself.I crawled for what seemed like a long eternity through the dusty vent. Soon I saw light through a grate. I crawled my way over and peered through. What I saw gave me a growth in my jeans so big it threatened to keep me stuck in this vent forever. I peered through the grate and saw about a dozen or so gorgeous young women relaxing in a hot tub. Some of them were topless. I became.