The table was covered with paper cups of water. There was also a clear trash can filled with used cups."Hello, I pulled a muscle in my leg. Do you hav... a cell phone I could use to call my husband for a ride?" I asked of the college aged girl manning the station."Sure," she replied handing me a simple cell phone. I punched in my own number and waited."Hello," Peter's voice said."Peter it's me I'm going to be standing in front of the Downtown Decorator Gallery. Pick me up when you can." I knew. ” He shook his head, smiling. “It’s like - aaah. It’s like, I want to dislike you for the things you did and I feel inherently guilty treating you like an equal but I also know there has to come a point where I accept you’re a different person and forgive you. But, like, that moment is never black and white, you know?”“Totally.” I nodded. “I think I feel the same way about myself. Will there ever come a time Molly and I hang out and I don’t feel guilty? Should I just burn my bridges now and. I think I've always wanted him."Connie sneered. "While your confession is quite touching, it doesn't help me." Look Connie, I'm not going to make any apologies about Derek but I'm sorry about Brett. I want to make it up to you." Don't do me any favors." Hear me out."Connie adopted an impatient expression. "OK, what?" Do you know Dean Flynn?" Yeah. Last year he went out with my friend Cindy Langdon." Didn't she move?" Yeah, to Ohio." Well he's available. Derek told me. He also thought that Dean. I did that and he sort of grunted again. It didn't sound like it looked too good to him."Okay, Tammy, you have the motion down, but it's like my research predicted. You're going to need some equipment to make this effective. Hold your position; I have to use my finger right now to get your size."I didn't know what he was talking about, and was about to ask what he meant when I felt something cold touch me right on my butthole! I tried to squirm away from the sensation, but Dad told me to shush,.