I told Sarah that it was my personal code that I only date one woman at a time. I added that if she decided that we were not right for each other, or ...if I decided, it was going to be over. I added that if I decided, she would be the first one I told, and hoped that she would give me the same courtesy.After about six months of exclusive dating, things started to change. I noticed when I wanted to talk to Sarah about something she did not feel was important, she seemed to zone out. I had to tell. I'm so pumped. You better not leave the tent a mess" he says in a flirty tone. He pushes up against me even more, and I smile, because I know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend. We pick up our friends (guess who - Michelle and Joe, plus other friends by the name of Leila, Gabrielle, Nick and Chris). All of these people got along really well, so it was perfect. We head to the campsite, which is two hours away, and borders a huge lake and beach area, perfect for bonfires and drinking. This. It wasn’t real. What was real was writing about the fucked up shit, taking all that rage that builds up inside of you until you want to scream, and putting it onto words. That was beautiful. Not fucking sonnets about roses and shit like that. Yeah, I so had her number. “Show me.” I challenged her, so she did and I was amazed. It was brutal and raw and naked. She wrote about fucking, not making love, and of hurt and pain and it was real. We ended up in one of the quieter downstairs bedrooms;. I said “I want you and now”She looked at my eyes and I knew the deal was sealed .She now had a demanding voice “So you are virgin you say, so you don’t mind losing it to me?” I was overjoyed. Saru was mine now to enjoy. I walked up to her slowly. I just put my index finger on her thick lips and said “shhhhh”.I removed the knot of her hair and kissed her on the cheek. She was just quietly standing there. For the initial few minutes, I was just catching her hands and kissing her on the cheek and.