What Sloane did to you was unforgivable andwell...you just skipped town straight after the Prom fiasco so we nevergot to tell you."I realised then the... didn't know about what had happened to me in thepark and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. At least I wouldn't haveto go there.I gave them an abridged version of my life since I left. I told themthat I was at Haas School of Business at the University of California inBerkeley and currently undertaking a masters degree in. , they had a double wedding with a couple of distant cousins and emigrated to Israel.I met Marge a few months after I was discharged. I was coming home from a job interview in New York. I ended up sitting next to her on the flight to Grand Rapids when I changed planes in Detroit. We talked for the hour the plane sat on the runway, and the 30-minute flight. She gave me her phone number and I agreed to take her to dinner the following Friday.We talked about a lot of things, and she was holding my. I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four take-away cups held in place – always four cups – and made her way out of the cafe. From the reflection of her face in the glass, she seemed happy and relaxed as she walked past me.A cough sounded right next to the table. I looked and couldn't hide a little jump. She was standing right there, looking down at me."I know you're watching me," she said. "I could feel your eyes on me as soon as I walked into the cafe." Oh!" My. She did say that she fucked her self with dildos an shit like that. she was sayin that there was like 100s an 100s of guys who had tried to get in her pantys over the years an that she had turned them all down an that i'd be able to brag to people online about how i was the first one to fuck her. all kinds of crazy shit. the whole time shes talkin she was jackin on my cock. as shes goin on i realized. It was fucking Sara!. i didn't regognize her at first because it is dark in the theaters rooms.