"Brian? Could we have something like a wedding and then I would become your cónyuge? And you would take me to bed after our ceremony and deflower me ...nd make love to me and I would be yours?" I clamped my mouth shut before I responded without thinking. There had been so many little rituals among our group. The whole establishment of the rules and now the casa. Were we putting more meaning on our relationships than they merited? Hell, we were all going to the same college. None of us considered. And I have no choice but to get up and rush through these things. Undoubtedly coming close to an RTA at least once a day either on the way to work or on the way home because the roads are killer, and no one cares about how fast they go. (Yes, I will admit I can drive those roads too fast as well) And I spend the next eight hours of my day staring blankly at a disgusting yellow wall, thinking about what I am doing with my life, counting the days until I start Uni and how hopefully my life will. M. After Jessica left, Tom could think of little else that day except for the history he and Jessica shared together. He could hardly wait to re-open the book on their experiences together and write some new chapters.Tom picked Jessica up at her house that night and they first went to a nice restaurant for dinner. Tom just wanted to enjoy being with Jessica and looking at her while they ate before they went to the motel room he'd rented for their evening time together. He almost felt guilty. . Do you have to do that?”“Well, clutching you like that looks like I’m saying that this butt belongs to me. Don’t you want Sean to see that? ... Now, your hands around my neck looks even better – or worse to him. See, you don’t have to love a guy to cuddle up to him.”“Just so you realize that.”“Drive you home, Karen?”“What will you expect?”“Expect? a little conversation. Want? Much more than that. But you can’t go judging guys on what they want, or you’ll only date guys that are successful.