You reach for your pants but you hear her say, ‘Don’t worry, the next one is on me.’ You hear the switch and the lights come back on… She is s...till crouched down, her pussy to the glass. You watch as it is tight around her two fingers, fucking her pussy. She moans, and bounces slightly on her fingers probing her tiny cunt, her juices dripping down to the cement floor. You see her breath filling her lungs, pushing her tits out. She falls back a little, and she over corrects herself, falling. I get nearly to the door."You didn't answer the question." Her voice is seduction.I stop, "I don't think I need to." So that's a 'no'?"I turn to look at her. Her head is hanging down. For all the power and appearance of the form, she looks lost. Alone. Scared. I find myself beside her. Lifting her chin. Kissing her.I pick her up without releasing her lips and fly to her room. No, really; I can do that. I stop in time to keep from breaking her door in. Once inside, what little clothing we have. What a disgrace to the self declared vanguard of the Muslim. They had to make an unconditional surrender. Brave raping Pakistan soldiers surrendered to the Bengali freedom fighters putting their gun down at their feet, belt dropped on the surrender table, ranks off from their shoulders and head down in an open field in front of 2 millions Bengali cheering civilian crowds. The supreme Commander of Pakistan army General Niazi, known as Tiger Niaze !!, signed the surrender document, now begging. But it also frightens me to death, Jason. Because you and I both know that if we carry on seeing each other, then this thing could grow and grow, until it hurts someone.”Jason and I both knew what I meant. I didn’t want to spell it out, it would have been too painful. But both Jason and I knew who I meant. That this connection between us could grow to a point where it would hurt my wonderful husband.***************I’m sorry if I’ve rambled a bit, but I think it’s important to understand all.