I just know it. She couldn't possibly be straight. Could she?At any rate, the nearest ladies' room was near the Sears, so I headed in that direction, ...ll the while looking for stores and hotties who would catch her eye and prevent her return to me. I checked White House | Black Market (she claims she just loves the clothes, but I've seen the way she looks at the redhead behind the counter) -- no dice. No redhead either.The same could be said for her other haunts: the aforementioned Suncoast,. ‘No! No, it’s not, Marilyn. The restaurant was all I had, I have nothing now, nothing!’ He screamed, ‘they think I did it, but I was drunk, Marilyn, I couldn’t have done it, don’t you understand, I, I…’ Henry started to cry, and shudder uncontrollably, his eyes not fixed on Marilyn, but on the fire itself. She smelled the rank smell of urine, and realized that Henry’s bladder and bowels had loosened themselves in the back of the Police Car. She stared at him for a few moments and then shook her. ”The Chinese meal looked ‘unusual’ to me but I actually enjoyed it and looked forward to my next Chinese meal.I did the washing-up and Jack made it difficult for me by coming up behind me, pressing my naked body against the sink unit and playing with my nipples. It didn’t help that I could feel his hard cock pressing against my back through his jeans.Next we sat on the sofa and watched a movie with me snuggled up to Jack and him with an arm round me, his fingers idly toying with one of my. After four rings it went to her voicemail. I left another message.Just before it was time to leave, my phone finally rang, and I saw by the caller id that it was Marissa’s cell. “Hey, where you’ve been?” I asked.“Over at Tony’s like I told you.” I thought that she sounded overly defensive.“I’ve tried calling all day long.”“Well, I forgot my cell phone at home.” Now she sounded petulant. I didn’t know what to say.“Well, I’m on my way home. Would you like for me to stop and bring dinner.