’ So I had forgotten Mac. He was single too, but hardly a friend. ‘Well someone is a little feisty tonight.’ ‘I’m really not in the mood, ok...y?’ ‘Marriage is overrated.’ I knew that in his own sick way, he was trying to cheer me up. I think he was trying to convince himself really. After all 34 is getting pretty old, for even a guy. He had already taken the bottle of champagne from me. His hands were all over me. His lips already to the spot on my neck that always, always seemed to make me. I didn't know that it was her boyfriend.She cursed us out and started throwing stuff at us. I quickly got out of there.The next time I saw her was in the hallway of another party when she pinned me against a wall. I thought she was going to rough me up but she said, "I am sorry about the last time we saw each other. You didn't know who I was and I am sure he didn't mention he had a girlfriend."Then she leaned in and kissed me.I was totally caught off guard. She pulled away and said, "I am done. . And I loved it!!!She started slapping my ass now, while standing at my side, calling me a slut and bitch and every other name in the book. Every so often, she would take her foot and kick the weight to keep it swinging or catch it with her toes and my breath would catch because I had no idea at this time whether she was playing or not. So I started asking for forgiveness and she just laughed and said, she had already forgiven me, but I still had some consequences to pay. So much for. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a padded bra underneath securing her large, firm breasts. Her bare feet glided across the floor as she prepared the ingredients and got the oven ready. 'My daughter has popped around to her friend's house, so it's just the two of us, make yourself comfortable' she told me. I lay down on the couch and noticed she had Ru Paul's Drag Race on in the background. 'Love that show!' she called from the kitchen. Little did she know that I also loved it. And I.