What did matter to her then? I resigned my self to trying to take another look at her. Try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Try to figure out wha... she WAS interested it. What she DID think about. I took a sip of my drink and lit a cigarette. It was a way for me to occupy myself, with out making eye contact. ‘What do you think about?’ I asked finally. She looked shocked, stunned even. As if I had asked her what color panties she’d had on or if she spits or swallows. ‘What do you think. " Very well. I'll let you know how things go." Thank you, Ian. Goodbye for now." Goodbye, Samantha." What was all that about?" asked Henry. Samantha told him. Henry shook his head in bewilderment."What did you do to make him vindictive like that?" I was a complete idiot to ever go out with him in the first place but I'd always found him amusing the few and short times I'd met him so, when he asked me to go out to dinner with him one night, I thought it might be quite fun. It didn't take me long. “No, because you’ll pick out someone who won’t tutor you, only someone who will probably make your grades drop lower, if that’s possible.” Ms. Marianne said sternly. “So it’s decided then!”Ms. Marianne grabs her belongings and walks out of the room while Jennifer turns to me. “We’ll study at my house tomorrow at 5:00 sharp, don’t be late.”After handing me the note of her address, I wondered if I would be able to survive the night.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI arrive at Jennifer’s and. We are all 3 swingers and have been for several years, my wife, myself, and our close personal female friend.Wife, (Donna) a very lovely dark haired woman, white, 38 years old, pleasingly plump/BBW who loves dressing slutty when out of our hometown.Me, (James) I am white, 38 years old, dark hair, and could also loose a few pounds.Friend, (Ellie) White, 39 years old, blonde hair, not skinny but not what I would call a BBW.To understand the story it is important to know of the relationship of the.