Three months in Van Horne and I was on the move again. I was a young healthy man and there were a few women along the way. Before I took a gal out mo...re than twice I gently let them know that other than fun and games there would be no long term relationship. I told them that I didn’t know how long I would stay in any one place. There was an old T.V. show called ‘Then Came Bronson’ that depicted a disillusioned guy riding around the country on a Harley Sportster and never staying very long in. This is the continuation of my previous story which you can read through the link given above.Even after I proposed to Priya and she agreed to be my gf, we never did have sex. We never talked about going all the way even though we were continuing with our car escapades.It was like a routine. We drive around, she refuses to come out of the car because she was afraid, we park the car, we kiss, I finger her and she blows me! One day, while we were planning to bunk the class, Priya told me she was. "Not real!" she shouts,jumping up and down slapping herself "dream, illusion,somethingsomething notnot ME! AGGGGhhh!" she finishes next to themirror, propped up by her two small arms looking up and down at herlittle person's body as it breathes heavily.Jerry shudders, takes another deep breath, while not over, the panicattack at least takes on another phase, "this can't be real, thereforeit's NOT real" Jerry tells her reflection with her high woman's voice,"the hospital, that's were I need to. The recorder had a very sensitive built in microphone and a one button record feature. I played the accusations and her compliance with my demands. Then the player moved into my traveling music. "I never go anywhere without it." Now as far as I'm concerned nothing happened here tonight. We go right back to where we were except I am in control of security period. You keep you little agent away from me," I said.I calmly walked from Joan's suite to my own. There I sat down and shook for ten.