”“Damn!” I chuckled. “Remind me never to piss you off!”“Oh you did THAT when I was naked in Tanya’s bed and you refused to fuck me!”�...�As I said, I had my reasons. And I think they were valid. You don’t seem too broken up about ending things with Curtis.”“I was too angry to be sad, and then finals came and I had to focus on my schoolwork. By the time they were done, it was too late to be sad about it, I guess.”“I hope you won’t be angry with me when I say that I am amazed at the transformation. I. I had her sit down and we talked for about half an hour. She told me that her name was Jessica, she was an Australian exchange student and that this was the first time she had been far from home for so long. I surmised that she was homesick and that was why her grades were suffering. I invited her to my dorm room that night and told her I’d take care of everything. When Jessica got to my room that evening I led her in and had her sit on my bed. She looked around and gave me another of those. My place. This is my place.This is what I want. I don't want to be his girlfriend. Nor do I have low self-esteem. I'm smoking hot and men want me. I'm the asian mother-fucking Scarlett Johansson. I've had boyfriends, and I'm over that. I'm BETTER than that. More. I'm a different kind of animal. Something that every man dreams about but very few men are worthy of.Jesus, what's WRONG with me?! WHY do I want these things so badly? And what the literal FUCK is turning me on about the racist cliche. The next morning, Jason woke up before Kathy did. He quietly got out of bed and ordered breakfast from room service: eggs, toast, sausage, orange juice and coffee. He went to the bathroom and showered and shaved while waiting for the meal to arrive. Twenty minutes later, a knock on the door announced the arrival of breakfast for the two of them. Jason opened the door and the room service man quietly wheeled in the cart bearing two trays and a vase of fresh flowers. The man set the trays on the.