All good.So what happened? Why am I now living alone in this dump with my life in pieces? It's quite a story. A dark little tale, to be sure, but one ... think ought to be told. Might even help. Yeah, let's spit it out. What happened? There's a short and a long answer to that and I'll give you the short one first. A single word will suffice.Jessica.It started one day last summer, a Saturday afternoon. Janet took a call and came back grinning. I looked up from the game I was watching on TV. "Who. 30 she asked me that we should the dinner. She said that i will prepare the dinner but i should help her to show the kitchen. I replied her that no i will do it and that she should not need to work as she is guest. But she said that she wants it because this is not right as she is an woman and this is the woman job. I said her as you wish. We went to the kitchen and i showed her all kitchen and foods. She asked me to go the lounge, and said that she will bring the dinner, but i said that no i. It caused the oddest and strangest sensation in the pit of my stomach as well as the more recognizable urgent sensations between my legs. I was a bit perplexed that an innocent showing of her slip would cause this reaction. But, I was utterly fascinated by the sight and couldn't keep myself from staring at it. Of course she soon became aware of my preoccupation and asked if there was something wrong. I shook my head 'no' and while I felt I was doing nothing wrong I felt the flush of. It would have been easy to just ignore the message had it not been for your heart. Your entire consciousness was determined to deny her the joy of toying with you, of falling back into her cold grasp. Your heart, however, still was the puppet to every snap of her fingers. For merely this reason, without further questioning, you packed the absolutely necessary—your headphones being the most essential part of it, bearing the hope the noise-canceling would also drown the voice of reason which.