"I know you're worried, Eric. That was a tough decision and you're probably going to go over it many times in your mind. Please don't dwell on it. You... did the right thing. Everything will work out." I'll try, sweetheart." Amy and I love you very much." I love you."Melissa's parents returned home and her mom found her still crying in the bedroom. Silvia asked, "I guess it didn't go so well, did it?" He refused to let me see her. He said that Amy thinks I died and am in heaven." That's what we. ’ ‘And she knows you do. So does Alan. But you would never do anything to hurt either of them, would you?’ ‘Of course not. I love her. She’s happy with Alan and he’s the husband she chose. She’s never regretted that choice. He’s good for her.’ ‘And I know Mary still loves you, but…’ ‘…is happy with Alan.’ ‘Yes, Malcolm. She is. She knows you’reher friend. Yet when you saw me at that time, even though you were hurting, you smiled, talked to me again as if I meant something to you, and behaved. George slowed his pace, just fucking Susan's limp body until she recovered and opened her pretty mouth to mumble through some indignant remarks about his parents and upbringing. Seeing that she was responsive, George speeded up and resumed his sexual pounding. He released her torn nipple and said, "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I couldn't cum just then, it was too soon, you see." George kept up his assault on her sopping cunt as he spoke. Susan soon joined him in thrusting as. I takes a specific kind of person, I guess, to experience this odd sensation. I know people who would choose a few words from their endless vocabulary of curses and tell them, in no kind terms, that they wish to be left alone. Not me. Then there’s people who blend into this kind of crowd. Genuinly nice. Also not me. Me, I’m out of place. Pretty much everywhere. And not many see this, simply because nobody really wants to think someone doesn’t have a place to fit into. Be polite, do not show how.