‘I – I want more from you. And I can’t – do this. I can’t just be your friend anymore. And I can’t be just your fuck buddy.’ ‘What?’...she whispered. He nodded. ‘You heard me. I can’t do it, Nina.’ ‘Gavin…’ She stopped, blinking rapidly. ‘I have to go,’ he said quickly before rushing into his building. — ‘You’re going to talk to me,’ Catherine said, brushing past Nina and flopping on her couch. ‘You’ve been avoiding us – me – for weeks. Now, what’s going on?’ Nina sighed and dropped to the couch. She is crazy, needy, and is still stalking her ex like two years after they broke up. I usually beat my dick dry before I see just on the off-chance my brain stops functioning I still won't be able to do her.I try to be a good friend but she will complain about the same things over and over. She has had her fair share of bad luck for sure, but nearly all of her problems are of her own making. She will give you the same story and ask my opinion and want my advice. But then she will never take my. I'd never really been one to do that, butit didn't really worry me at first, apart from me making a mental noteto lay off the weed.The first time I recall anything really being wrong was when I startedblanking out in the middle of conversations, then snapping back withpeople giving me looks like I'd said something weird. Obviously, Ididn't want people to think that I was going crazy, so I kept quiet,covered up by saying I was feeling a bit off.I talked to my boss at work, who I'd always gotten. Bree and I started fooling around in the shower when Duke poked his head around the walk- in-shower and Bree saw that I did a pretty poor job of toweling Duke dry and stopped any further proceedings. Bree walked out of the shower, dried off and put on a short silk semi-sheer La Perla robe that just barely reached the curve of her small firm cheek bottoms when she was standing straight. Due to size and cut of the robe, quite a bit of large firm cleavage was also exposed. Bree had purchased this.