I think Jeromy loves you and anything you did before you met him is none of his business, really. But we share things to show our imperfections and to...be honest. When I worked at The Corner Store Joe had slept with every girl I worked with. He slept with my boss before I was born." None of that bothered you?" Of course it bothered me, but when I thought of what a sweet man he was and how nice he treated me I made him give me a chance. He wanted nothing to do with me. I chased him. I overlooked. Booty Bay! Why not? The lesser races might have thought night elves had their wires crossed – to the motley crowd of humans, dwarves and gnomes, fornicating outside was to commune with their rejection of the natural environment – a ‘guilty pleasure’ – but for the night elves, life for D’Dea’s people was all outdoor, indoor environments being temples, shops, storehouses, barracks – infinitely less discrete, less natural, than a secluded grove. A wicked place for narcissistic self-indulgence. To. All that hard work with little reward had to be good for something, right?And so Betty turned around, letting out a long sigh as her fingers found their way across her goosebumps-ridden skin, each touch making it beg for more of that ever so elusive warmth that was moving on before it had really arrived. More of those sticky, slightly swollen lips that were so eager to be touched like they had a thousand times before, still as hungry as they always had been.It never failed to amaze Betty how. She was getting horny. She spotted a guy at the bar and we moved from the table next to him and started talking. He was from Chicago and was in for a few days and was staying there. He asked if we were stating there and we said we were just out drinking at old hang outs and proceeded to tell him that we have spent a few nights here...lol. A few hours later we were all drunk and she was flirting and my wife asked if he wanted some company for a few hours in his room...guess what he said. So off.