With my boyfriend...." "and he reacted badly..." "On the contrary! he loves me!" "i still don't understand" "ok, fine. i...i asked him to slap me, on ...he face, hard, while we were having sex." "that sounds legit to me. what did he do?" "he refused" "Typical, and then?" "i insisted and eventually he did it" "good!" "no! i slapped him back?!" "you did what?!" "I slapped him...back...shouting....crying...threatening to call the police..." "ahhaha!" "It's not funny!" "no it's not....ahahahhah!". While Justin pawed over figured all day with his host, his wife, Maria, told me the legend of the enchanted forest and crystal pool on their land. Women would come to the pool and bathe, then, the fairies would bless them with a child. The rural folk love their stories of ‘The Little People’ as they call them, but, even wanting a child as much as I did, I wasn’t prepared to believe in fairy stories. Still the forest and crystal pool sounded like an excuse for a good walk. Maria gave me a towel. Or I could say "fuck you" to Patricia, break it off with Mark and pick Luke. The problem with this scenario was I had a strong belief Luke wouldn't pick me. He seemed detached, as if fucking me really had removed the desire for me from beneath his skin.I wondered what Luke was doing. Was he sleeping? Fucking someone else? Thinking of me? Had Patricia told Bruce, who had gone after Luke?I hated not even having his fucking cell number.And in spite of everything I'd done and said and thought, it. “And now we...” She glanced down at me, her blue eyes shining.I cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. She moaned as I did, tasting her sweet passion. Her lips were so sweet. I slid my hands down from her face to stroke down her neck and to her shoulders. Then I went lower to her breasts.I cupped her boobs. I massaged her nubs. My fingers dug into her flesh. I squeezed and kneaded them, loving how they felt in my grip. This was so exciting. My heart pounded in my chest as I kissed her with.