Oh?!? I texted; what did he do? Well, she said you really want to know?This should of been my que to say no and leave it at that. But I said; yes, if...u want to tell me I will listen. And she went off on how he doesn't respect her nor the k**s how he always but down their son, and makes fun of him and cuts her down in front of the k**s and strangers. As I was reading her text I was walking over to get a drink as it was the end of the first period. I took the stairs to the second floor to where. Bruce was living alone in a rooming house and had told me he had a film he wanted me to see. Bruce had promised that there would only be just the two of us and that i could leave when ever I wanted to. I was sure Bruce did not know that I was still sexual active with male partners. My curiosity got the best of me, I went to his room and was p;laced at ease by the fact that there was other people in the house and I was sure that Bruce would not try anything. Bruce set up his VCR and closed the. She looked at me for some hint of how I would take that.“So hows this all supposed to work, Ains?” I asked her. “Does he want to take you someplace or, what?”“I don't know for sure, but I think he wants to spend the weekend with me here in our apartment, unless we go out together someplace. I think we'd have to talk about it and work it out. What he says though is that he wants my time, my attention for the whole weekend.”“So did you tell him anything yet?”“Just that I wanted to talk to you.. You're too turned on by this nymph to turn back now. (Hey, I know what the word means, Nabokov or no...) I reached over and pretended again to pet the kitten, again caressing Jennifer's pink nipple with whatever part of my hand wasn't touching the cat. This time, Jen responded: moving her arm down toward the couch, she simultaneously arched her back, making it easier for me to touch her breast. After a couple of minutes, I barely remembered the damned cat, tending more obviously to Jen. She.