I’m cooking tonight. It really was nice bumping into you.”I watched her walk away, but I knew if she looked back, I still had a chance. When Abby ...ot to the end of the isle, she turned and smiled at me. I gave myself a silent fist-pump. I’d dated dozens of women in my life, but none were like her. ***Several days passed after our “accidental” encounter at the supermarket and my life was getting back to normal. My plan was to bury myself in work until all thoughts of her disappeared. It was. ’ you smiled back at me. That’s when I noticed your eyes – they sparkled, twinkled even. I was star struck. ‘Cris’ I held out my hand. ‘Damelia’ you replied, taking my hand and gently shaking it, though I could sense a firmness hidden away. Our hands parted and I went about putting away my few carry on items as the train slowly pulled away from the station. As the train got out into the countryside we chatted away, conversation coming easily. In many ways our past years were similar – tied to. I thought "Good it’s best to train them early". "I am taking you on a tour of the city in style". He was proud of his black convertible Saab and told me the model, horsepower, engine size, type of wheels and where he got it. I heard bla, bla bla, bla. "Are you going to drive or bore me to death". He laughed at that and asked "What do you drive"? "Toyota Corolla do not ask me anything else because I don’t know". We were driving around the city and he kept pointing out hot women to me. "My. We had only been dating a couple of months. I was on vacation in the Virgin Islands with a girlfriend. We went to a topless beach. A lot of guys hit on us. I was attracted to one guy. At happy hour, I saw him again. It was hot talking to a guy who had just seen my breasts." "So you have been an exhibitionist for a long time?" "I have. I flirted with this guy, and went back to his room and fucked him. I fucked him the rest of the time we were there. I felt so naughty when I got back fucking my.