Just wanted to chill and clear my head.Me: Yeah these low-key bars are good for that. Z: You had a rough week? Me: I did but all that change when you ...at next to me.Z: ohhh really.... that was cheesyWe proceed to talk and have drinks so it's just a matter of time before she opens up a little bit more about herself and why she's here on her own. She goes on to tell me that her man stays out inthe country about an hour away and he hardly had anytime for her. In my head I'm like, "Yup this pussy. He took that, quite rightly, as an invitation to proceed further. His hand slid down, under the hem of my nightgown, and then began to move upward on my bare leg.My knees parted, to give him the opportunity to soon learn that I always slept naked under the gown. His hand touched the fuzzy growth of my pubic hair, and froze. He stopped breathing, as I already had done hours (moments actually) ago. Our eyes met. Mine were serene, offering him courage to continue. His were confused. He knew that. She looked at me, only to get that 'deer in the headlights' look then dropped her head to her ample bosom. "I'm sorry to bother you at work, but I have been worried about you," I told her as I walked up to her."Yeah, I got your messages. I was hoping you'd realize I didn't want to talk to you when I never returned them."I felt my gut sink, as her words penetrated my mind. "Did I do something wrong? I didn't tell your agency about what happened," I tried to assure her."I-it's not that," she told. “Why are you staring in my room, Dave?” she asked in a calm, strained voice. Other than the slight frown on her face, I really couldn't read Mary's emotions. That made me scared. “I w-was going to the kitchen for some cereal, Ms. Cintron.” I tried to sound sure of myself. “The kitchen is not in my room. Let me be more specific. Why were you watching me get out of the shower, David? Why did you wait until the house was empty to wear those ass-tight underwear? Why are you lying to me?” Her face.