I quickly finish cleaning up, get dressed and head across the street to the diner I saw from my window. After a big breakfast-brunch, I knew I had to ...tart thinking things through. Crossing back again to the motel, I notice a bar a couple of buildings down. I walk over to it and they are just opening. That’s okay with me as I need the darkness and solitude to think. I haven’t smoked in years, but buy a pack of cigarettes. I order bourbon and ask the bartender if he has any matches. I take both. Could you let go?" Shanti said"Oh, sorry..," he sighed as he released her love stick "I don't know whatcame over me," he said as he stood up and looked in the mirror. "MrsGhandi, that was totally out of character for me. I apologize," he said,as the cum began to drip from his chin."I think, based upon what just happened, that I might need to findanother pediatrician," Shanti said"Yes, that would probably be advised," the doctor replied as he wiped thecum from his face. "But, I'd like to say,. I asked if I should I call anyone but she refused. She lived on the 7th floor of my block. I insisted I’ll accompany her to the flat. She agreed. She was limping but I held her hand and we both reached her flat. I expected to see her husband or some kids in there but to my surprise she told me she was alone. I helped her get some stuff. Gave her a Volini spray. I said goodnight and take care and left.I hadn’t seen her for a week now. But she was on my mind the whole time. I couldn’t forget her. Jeff was gone considerably longer. He said he had all kinds of arrangements to work out. The doorbell rang as we were discussing plans for dinner. What a delightless surprise. My family had come up for a big party. They had rented a room at the Brass Rail, so much for spending the night with Jeff. We wouldn’t be back from dinner until late. The food was wonderful. The meal seemed endless nonetheless. The most memorable event was before we ordered. Jeff and I saw Arnault come into the room and.