’ I realized that his anger was stemming from hurt and rejection. No matter what he says, I do want him. I want to be closer to him. I want him to k...ow how I feel, that in spite of our differences we can make this work. I want more with him. Ananda: [gently touches his cheek] ‘Murphy, I do want you.’ Murphy: ‘No, you don’t.’ Ananda: ‘Don’t tell me what—’ His kiss was so sudden that I stumbled backwards. If it wasn’t for his arms lifting me up against him, I would have fallen. His grip is so. "This smell," said Tara, sniffing the air and bringing her face closer to Lisa's skirt as she ran her hands up her legs."And, and, and, and," said Lisa, legs shaking."Lisa, come on, sit on this table, I have a suspicion," replied Tara, looking at her and smiling."No Tara, I swear it isn't what you think," said Lisa, sitting on the table."And what do you think my suspicion is?" asked Tara, as Lisa went still and froze."Come on, tell me," said Tara, her hands now grabbing Lisa's inner. I was on my way back from one of my trips out west and knew about the party and decided to go to it.I didn't really have a costume but wore a cowboy hat, a vest and boots. It was good enough to get in the party. I was sitting at the bar when a good looking woman came in and asked for a whiskey sour. She was dressed in what appeared to be a hooker's outfit, showing a lot of boob and a lot of leg.I told the bartender I'd pay for her drink. She seemed out of sorts, so I asked her if she had a. Those thoughts all happened within a second and a half because the nextsecond and a half she was covering her mouth and turning toward the doorheading back to her car. I tried to stop her. I started to run afterher, but obviously I didn't want to go outside dressed like a six yearold girl.I called her cell phone, she hung up. I called again and again. Afterseveral attempts she called back. I'd like to tell you that we talkedand she accepted my dressing or even better that she came back and.