I think money gets brought up or something while I'm fucking his wife and she starts begging me to fuck him too. Talk about being between a rock and a...hard place. Well, I caved and next thing you know I'm fucking the shit out of this old man while wife is getting herself off. I'm about to cum and BANG BANG BANG on the door. Door was locked and girl was crying outside of it. I run to the sink and clean up and get dressed while the wife yelled excuses through the door about why it was locked. I. I should pay.”“Belinda, I had never considered you paying. This is a mutual thing.”“Good. Unless it will destroy your masculinity, then I will pay.”“I’m reasonably confident in that area.” I handed her the folder with the check in it. She paid. I returned my credit card to my wallet. Shortly thereafter, we left.Once in the car, she directed me to the theater. She had already bought the tickets making that a non-issue. I said, “Next time, I will pay.”“You’re on. Now, I can believe there will be. I've tried to do my best at working through this without losing who I was, or more importantly who I wanted to be.One part of me wanted to take the cane, and show Kristen what it meant to cross my desires. But that was nothing compared to the part that admired her for doing what needed to be done, or at least, I hoped it needed to be done. I was pretty proud of myself that I didn't waver, or hesitate. I took the cane from her, reached down and guided her head up, off the floor, until she was. As we pulled into my hotel, she was the one to suggest that she'd like to come up.You could have knocked me over with a feather. Never in a million years.As for what happened next, Madison's diary entry puts it in her words. She sent the words below in an email. This is what she wrote in her journal. The action picks up after she gets into her friend's borrowed car and drives away from the university:"Dear Journal, I decided to go and meet him. The tension within myself was too great for me to.