." "Hurt?" Well not exactly. I am envious of what you have. I have never had someone love me that much that would turn down sex from another woman." T...at's it-lay on the guilt now. She went back inside her apartment-to do what I only thought would be to cry or pout. I went to our apartment, and prepared dinner expecting my fiancé to return home in two hours. We ate, he cleaned up, then we went to the bedroom where we heard her masturbating. She was loud. She'd have to be for us to hear her. She. It was in Pacoima, and I smiled and waved when I passed Hector, a guy I knew from school that I had jacked off in eighth grade. He looked at me puzzled, and I guess he did not recognize me. We got everything moved in, and I felt like a large weight had been lifted from my shoulders.We talked over Chinese food that night, and I was eating like a pig as he sighed as he looked through the Polaroids that I had grabbed before I left. “Yeah, she was grooming you, girl. Working on you, trying to. Sure we can. No problem," he said as he left. I wasn't convinced of that, and the next four days seemed to beproof. We had always got together at a bar during the week, to playpool, drink, scope the chicks, and gripe about life. He didn't call tomake the date, and I didn't want to force anything else upon him, so Ididn't call either. When he did call on Thursday night, it wasn't to play pool. "Y'know, I've been doing a lot of thinking," he said, without evena hello. "And, I figure, you're a. Yes, Anne, thank you. That’s very kind of you.’ They arranged a time for pickup, and Denise hung up. ‘Well,’ Anne thought, ‘I hope that was a good idea.’ – – – – – – – – – – Anne dressed carefully, and specially, for that night. She had a very dark purple dress, with a short, asymmetric hemline and a halter-style neck consisting of four straps, gathered at both front and back by silver rings. She’d not worn it since she’d bought it, in fact she’d wondered why she’d bought it. While Anne was.