Sex doesn't bother me, diseases, yes, but I'm assuming you have the wit to avoid that. You know one of the things that niggles people the most?" Lying...? Deceit? Loss of trust?" Sure eventually, all of that, but there's more subtle let downs. Clients have wept with me because their partner did things with others that they'd never done with them. I've never done that. Anything I've done with clients I've always made sure to do with you or at least offer, give you the chance to try it. Sometimes. “What do you say we have sex later?”“Um...” I couldn’t bring myself to have sex yet, but I couldn’t think of what to say, “ya maybe, I gotta go to the bathroom.” I yanked up my pants and ran out of the room.I spent the rest of the day avoiding them both, but mainly Kelly. That poor girl had just let me be the first guy she had sex with, then selflessly gave head to, and she was just asking if I’d have sex with her again. But instead, I ran out of the room, leaving her and her grandmother. I just slumped and went to my den to work, actually to try to work. I berated myself all evening. How could I not trust her and spy on her like that? One bright spot was that she didn't make me sleep on the couch or in another bed. She seemed to have calmed down some by bed time. The next day she was still angry but calmed down enough to give me a good bye kiss. That cheered me up a bit.It cheered me up until I learned, soon after, that she was going to be spending some time at his place after. Somewhere in the context of my current existence was a task waiting for me. When it revealed itself, then the universe would do what it always had done. I would be used once more somewhere else.The entire day changed when Cary drove off in her new car to see some friends and brought back a lost little girl.It was nearly suppertime when Cary’s Chevy came roaring up the driveway. I had been out walking in the grove checking on the trees when I heard the car swing in off the county road. There was.