I never wanted a bunch of notches on my belt or bedpost or whatever form the scoring took. Not to say this was easy, hell I am human and I have urges,... but without the connections, the urges were not directed at a person only a dream. So I guess you could say you are my dream girl. But even with that I can't marry you, what I can say is I will never be with anyone but you. So I guess by that logic I will never be with anyone. Planning before our vows are even spoken to have a get out of jail. ­With a melancholic look, she stared out the window, losing herself in deep thought. She began thinking about other places and other times. She tried to envisage the future and what it could possibly bring. Sadness taking over quasi, she tried to analyze her life. Her life: a void, an intricate bundle of question marks, of 'what if's'. Lifting her gaze, Jenny's mind was suddenly engulfed by images from a faraway land. Like a succession of polaroids, she began to see her mother and Craig having. This scared her, since he'd always been so open with her before this, they'd done some fantasy role play and some light bondage stuff in the past. He'd been very open about wanting to know that she'd been with another man, and would lick her pussy after hearing about her having sex with another guy.This, of course, changed completely when she brought John back to the house, and John seized control of them both and fucked and humiliated her husband. Maybe Stephen was ashamed of himself. He'd. ” She chirps before hanging up. I realize at that moment that Neil is still in the room and has heard the whole conversation. “That doesn’t sound like not getting involved with her again.” He scolds. I just shoot him a look in response. “Whatever, lets go to Jose’s for Taco Tuesday.” 2 The five days went by fast. I look up from my laptop when I hear the door open, but it isn’t her. I’ve been here for over an hour, yet she still hasn’t shown up. I can’t blame her considering I got here almost.