Damn, how could anything smell so horrible?I continued my journey home, dazed and very foul. I was hoping that whatever had happened was over. Wishful...thinking. All I wanted was to get home and get cleaned up.Quietly walking in my house, I went straight to the bathroom and taking my soiled clothes off, I hopped into a steamy shower. There was no way I was going to try and clean my nasty clothes, so I carefully packed them into a garbage bag and threw them in a can outside.I walked into my room. I had to pee and I had another bowel movement. I cleaned myself up as best I could and bought a maxi pad from the machine on the wall. I put the pad in my panties because I was still bleeding some and finished getting dressed. I definitely looked like I had been fucked. I went back into the bar to join my girlfriends. I had no idea that I had been in the room with Superman for about 90 minutes. All of the girls were shocked. They thought that “something” probably had happened. But, there is no. If you could guaranteethat you can do what you do on your own, and I don't have to getinvolved, I can agree to take our relationship to the next level, which Iguess is why you told me."That's wonderful, Pauline, I'll tell you what, my house has four goodsized bedrooms. At the moment I keep all my other clothes in the fourthroom, I could continue to do that, and if I dress and stay in there,would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"He had got down on one knee, and offered her small box. Tiffany took over the responsibilities of taking Val her homework. But lucky for me two days after Tiffany told me not to come back I was told that I could visit again, and I was able to go to her house and pick up the homework instead of dropping off the stuff. One day I was surprised when I went to her house. Instead of picking up the homework Val greeted me at the door. She was completely dressed and she had her backpack with her. That day I took Val to school. As we walked the parking lot.