To that I replied in affirmative and I kept on riding my bike. I tell you the roads in Haryana are in a pathetic condition and instead of roads there ...re ditches where the riders have to collide with each other. So te same thing happened with her and she enjoyed the jolts much. The distance is about 20 Kms but it takes 40-50 minutes to reach the destination. When I found that she wants to get some more close I intentionally increased the jolts by riding roughly. She understood the intention and. When she returned, she slid her chair right next to me, so now there was no way not to touch her. I gave her the gift, and she opened it. She really liked it. I was surprised since it was such a small gift. She put her hand on my thigh and leaned in and whispered, "thank you," in my ear, and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to her and whispered back to her that she was welcome, and kissed her on the cheek just off her lips. I was feeling pretty good, so I asked her if she wanted another. It was as if he was watching the suffering, the anguish, of the people in the small crowd gathering, being sucked into this nebulous shadow. The presence of the Darkness now seemed centered on the driver. As he observed with all his extended capability, the Darkness seemed to retreat somewhat, small tendrils reached out and brushed across individuals in the crowd, sometimes lingering almost longingly, but eventually drawing back. Within a few fractions of a second the Darkness had virtually. You were able to yell at me but you couldn't tell some asshole, 'Please don't fuck me'? Who the hell was it or was there more than one?" I asked."Please, Randy, I'm not a slut. It was Brett, the older man that came to the party alone. His wife was away at her parents in Idaho. He came on to me and offered to take me home. I was mad at you so I let him fuck me. I don't love him, I hardly like him. I did it because you left me at the party." So, this is all my fault? You got pregnant because I.