I dropped a hard slap on her cheek. She didn't get away from the laugh on her cheeks, she kept looking in my eyes. I was more angry by it. I got her a...ay from the wall before dropping her down cruelly on the table. I laid myself on her and got on her top."How do you feel now?" I yelled at her face again."This rage is temporary, Hemangini. This is not you. YOU ARE FAKE." Saying that, she spit on my face again.I had my conscience faded in it's whole, I was very furious at her. I brought two more. She gave me another pair, some sort of pendant,which is fancier than the ones I had. She said it would look better inme. I wanted to pay, but she said it was "on the house".I needed to talk to someone about what happened yesterday. Sara is nice,but she is more like a mother to me and, of course, she knows the truthabout me, so I am not comfortable with the idea of discussing my feelingwith her. Jenifer is too "exaggerated", so I decided to tell Celia aboutJos?. She was happy for me and said she. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. That counts for something, doesn't it?" I suppose so." Besides, if I'm going to have a guy's baby, I want to be married to him or at least have known him for more than five minutes." So you want commitment. Is that it?" That's it exactly, as you would put it." So eventually you'll go back into the dating scene and hope for the best. In the meantime your parents will be constantly asking you about when you're going to give them a grandchild and stuff like 'why couldn't you have had a baby when.