And asked her about which porn websites does she visit. But it didn’t get my reply as suddenly her mothers call came as it was turning dark, and she... went home saying “Bye !!”. When I was on my way to home, I was thinking now it looks like I have a chance to get laid with her.When I reached my home, I received a WhatsApp message from her, mentioning the porn websites she often visits and asked if I had access to porn websites.I told her about the porn websites that I often visit. Then, she asked. With a guy. What if I neverleft that book open for her to see it? What if...what if...what if..?"The next thing I know it was morning and I had to get to work. I had toforce myself to concentrate on my job all week. My mind kept returningto the Ball. I had never had a Ball gown; or even an evening gown; Icould not see spending that kind of money on something I might use onlyonce, or maybe not even that much.That was solved by Anita saying I could borrow one of hers if she hadone that fit, if. It never got uncomfortably cold or, if it did, the heater in my apartment came on all on it's own and the heater never got too hot. My apartment, more like my penthouse, who builds an apartment that big and then sells it that cheep? How did I even get to Canada? I never got a passport and I never bought a plane ticket I just remember arriving. So is that when it started? When I got off the plane at the airport that looked more like a science fiction space port? That was years ago. Then I'll. During the cab ride from the hotel to the airport the driver thought he was in the Indy 500 and so did everyone else on the road. But I had met who I had to meet, done what needed to be done. My wife and I needed to return to our real world for the sake of our sanity. It wasn’t New York, per se, that had me crazy. It was us, what almost happened. Sometimes I’m dumber than a post. Donnie snuggled against me through the two and a half hour flight. She’s been very loving and affectionate since.