"I prefer the later," I stated, though I think my answer wasn't as clear to her as I'd intended. Seeing the confused expression on her face, I made it... a lot clearer for her. "I like squirting on women's clothes while they're wearing them."Now she really grinned. "Would you like?" she asked.There was no mistaking that. "Yes! Yes I would!" I replied enthusiastically."Not here," she said, and I thought when she said that, meaning here in my room."On here," she then said, as she unbuttoned her. " I said just a little nervous. Vera threw her arms behind her head and looked at the ceiling like she was mulling something over "So what now?" She asked turning to meVera was throwing me nothing but curve balls all day "Wah? I-I uh... well-" -Come on, you've got a funny video or something right?" Vera asked"Uh I guess." I said bringing up youtube putting on the first video in my playlist. My blood went cold seeing the title "Laser debate" I knew it couldn't last. I blew it all. Politics was a. He didn’t even blink at my feeble excuse, just moved over to the hall, and went up to the bedroom door. He tried to push it open, it did not budge, so he stepped back and called to her. “Diane! I’ve come home to apologise. I was in a cranky mood this morning, over how you had been acting. I’m sorry. Open up and talk to me.”There was silence, and just as he was going to push the door again, I heard a muffled response from Diane.“I can’t hear you, open up!” Wayne exclaimed.Much clearer now. Michael hates to hear or see me cry. I think it causes him pain and he just doesn’t know what to say to me when I’m feeling down like that. But as I think about it now, I realize it just isn’t the fact that he’s not ready to be in a relationship with me that makes me cry. It is the fact that he has so many female friends – which is quite all right – however, I wonder does he kiss any of them the same way he kiss me. Does he hug any of them as tightly as he hugs me? I even wonder some times if.