So we started hang out more and more together, the three of us and I behaved as much as possible to not upset the girlfriend.But I understood their co...plicated situation, and while I liked her, I kept myself a bit more on the background. I don’t feel comfortable messing up other’s relationships, but we kept in touch and I rather be good friends than bad lovers. OK, Sometimes at parties we would sneak out a bit to a dark corner and kissed a bit, but that was all. They were always together and. A few passers by glanced at me with a look of disgust. Follow me, he instructed, and we walked for ten minutes to an old building which had been converted into flats. As we got into the entrance hall, he ordered me to take off my jacket and shirt, and as i did, he produced a marker pen and wrote something on my back (I later found out it said Dirty Queer Cunt) we climbed two sets of stairs and got to his flat. He ordered me to get naked, and I quickly took off the rest of my clothes and handed. “I’m looking for the ‘Dancing Dryad.’ It should be around here somewhere.”The men laughed. “You’re way off course, lad. The ‘Dryad’ is at least three days thataway,” the sergeant said, pointing. “And with your leg? You’d be lucky to make it that far.”“If you want, we can put you out of yer misery,” one of the others said, hefting his hatchet.The sergeant whirled around and slapped his companion across the face. “I don’t want such talk, Reece. Mayhap you don’t have kids – and Allura forbid. I went for the door handle, preparing to leave the car, but the long-waisted Ms. Juniper Jones leaned way over into the driver's side and extended her right hand across my face, cupping my left cheek and pulling me back for a full-frontal adult-type kiss, into which Ms. Jones put a lot of pizzazz, not to mention considerable tongue."Damn!" I said when she finally released my face from her firm grasp. "I'm gonna remember that one!"I escorted her to the front door, where she took out her own key.