?I love you.? I said, and she threw her arms around me, accenting the soreness in my body. I held her close to me, her precious body pressed against ...my chest as she sobbed, and sobbed, and I stroked her hair. ?I am so, so sorry.? I said softly. She nuzzled her face into my shoulder. ?Boy, you’re really back, aren’t you?? ?To stay, Mary-Beth.? She sobbed awhile longer, until our stomachs grumbled. I served her breakfast, making sure she had everything she. I thought back and brooded yet again over the theft of my car and the loss of my laptop computer. I got the car back after a week or so but the computer, with my shameful little diary in it was nowhere to be found. Then three weeks later, after the insurance claim gave me a new one, the police department phoned to tell me my computer had been recovered. I seriously considered getting it back, until Doug pointed out I'd have to give back the new one. I reminded him of my diary. He assured me. . you couldn't stop staring at 'em!" "Oh yeah... I remember those two," marveled Connie. "I masturbated that night, thinking about them." "I thought they were hot, too. Anyhow... that's when I figured I oughta check out your computer, to see if you had any lesbian stuff hidden there. So I waited 'til that Saturday -- y'know, when you went to the flea market?" "Oh, okay." Connie nodded. "God, I couldn't for the life of me figure out why you didn't want to come along. I had no earthly idea that. I try and concentrate on work but it is a waste of time. I glance at the clock and when it finally says 4.30pm, I finish up for the week and head out.I pass a couple of the student bars, but the urge to hunt isn’t there. I glance in the windows and freeze. There she is. It’s Vicky. I watch her standing by the bar. She has her arm around the waist of a cute looking girl with long blonde hair. I watch through the window like some cliche in a Hollywood rom-com as the blonde leans in and kisses her.