I was not attracted to Jessica sexually at all. Iloved her as a friend and that was all. I knew I should tell her but Ijust couldn't bring myself to... do it; so I thought that with therapy Icould overcome my feelings. I didn't. The feelings became overwhelmingand my relationship with Jessica took the brunt of my misery. We fought alot and I just couldn't get myself to sleep with her anymore. It wasalways a chore, but now I know that I am not attracted to women that way. Any time Jessica. I shook my head no. He let go of my hair, and pulled out of my body, and I heard him zip his pants. ?But, where are you going?? I asked him, not daring to move. ?Home? ?Why?? ?Because, you won’t behave!? He yelled at me. ?I promise I will, master? I said in a pleading tone. It’s ridiculous; how he was first forcing me but now I’m begging him. He sighed. And he unzipped his pants and put his hand on my bare behind. ?I’ll be nice and slow baby? He said into my ear. Slowly, as he promised he. I decide to not really tell them what I’m trying to do, not wanting to explain the story of how I got the book. And for some reason, I also feel the need to keep it to myself, protect it. Between the two friends, I’m able to get a few shitty links to websites that give rough translations. Classical Arabic isn’t exactly like Modern, which makes it harder, but even the parts I’m able to figure out only make up a fraction of all the text. The other languages are just as bad or worse. But I’m able. She turned furtively toward me and gave a nervous giggle as she averted her eyes once more, hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her panties and started to draw them down… I quickly pulled the door closed, lest there be any ramifications… but my heart was hammering within my chest, and I had to admit to myself that I would have loved to have stared some more. This short scene was a source for many a fantasy, and maybe it would have played out something more like this… She looked at him,.