“Maybe you are changing. You’re actually considering the ramifications of your actions. And thinking things through. Being less reactive and more ...houghtful is a good thing. Now, perhaps, you can worry less about ‘why’ things happen when sometimes there are just no explanations.”“I don’t buy that,” I said.“Steve, Birgit has been dead for ten years. Why did she die?”“I have no idea.”“Do you think you’ll know ten years from now?”“I hope so.”Elyse shook her head, “I don’t think you will. Do you. No one got on and we pulled away, with him looking around his section, noting we were alone, and he looked back at me and resumed masturbating.I did not feel threatened, instead I felt warm and relaxed, and looked at him again, as he pumped his clenched fist, staring at me, probably thinking, 'She must be up for it', as my reaction and instinct should have made me get up and go, but deep down I was at ease with him, and enjoyed the fact he was brazen enough to do it.I had been online and watch. She told “she lived in brigade gateway,we were heading there”i was happy,even my home was near from there.We had just started chatting ,i was feeling thirsty so I asked for water,she took out a bottle from the seat pouch and knowingly flung at me,i took the bottle and started to drink, suddenly there was huge bump ,she might have hit a breaker,this led me to spill water on my pants.Observing this she pulled the car near the corner of the main road to side of deserted street,i guessed it was. ”“Are you sure?”“Pretty sure. What makes you think I’m not?”She stirred her drink with the cocktail sword. “You look a little disheveled. Your hair’s a bit messy. You haven’t shaved. Your shirt collar is twisted. You look like the kind of man who is used to having a woman groom him. Clean him up a little before he goes off to work.”“She’s very good to me.”“I bet she is. Does she know you’re out talking to strange women in bars?” She smiled.“No. She wouldn’t mind. We’re just sitting here.