Bythat time, the guy/girl had left, but before he did, he said somethingabout sharing his feelings with every man in town. I curled up in aball for a ...hile, trying to regain control of myself.I forced myself to get up, and staggered on the heels out the door. Ifigured I had to stop him, before he did to someone else what he haddone to me.But, just my luck that day, the Sheriff saw me, and arrested me ongeneral principals, and put me in here. I am not sure what he thought Iwas doing, he was. She looked stunning in her deep cut black top and red skirt that hugged her voluptuous body.Our amazing evening out on the town eventually drew to a close. We drove home slightly buzzed from our drinks. She played on her phone for a bit before setting it aside. Her hand gently runs along my leg. I could tell there was something on her mind.“You seem excited to get back home.”“Well, I have a little surprise waiting for you back at the house, and I can hardly wait to share it with you.” The. Iforce myself to concentrate on just breathing, in andout, slowly, deeply, trying to still my heart.“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says so composedly thatI almost believe him, “I want you to turn around slowlywhen I let go, don’t say anything.”Though he lets his arm drop and I can’t see him from myposition facing the wall, his proximity is undeniable.My apartment feels as if it has shrunken to a space nolarger then the three square feet the two of. No problem. Okay, so she's wigged out and padded up. Disappointing sure, but nomean thing. I can live with that. Besides, she wasn't really all that plain atall in her face, in fact it was still as knockout lovely as it always was, eventhough it was crowned by a short mousy mop. If she fixed that up she stillwouldn't be bad at all, like the kind of pert pixie cuts my cousin wears. Imean, I wouldn't mind if she kept on dolling up a blonde Barbie, don't getme wrong, but just to say maybe my.