"Click, end of conversation. Her father just sounded sad and there was no anger or animosity in his voice. Probably they rued the day that I had met h...er daughter, and had then allowed Dragos to steal her away from me, but I didn't hear any hint of this in his voice. He just sounded tired and perhaps sad. I couldn't blame him, as I was more than a bit mentally tired of this as well.I'd had years alone, or mostly so, in prison to think about what I had done ... and more importantly, what I hadn't. Megan grinned. “Like you and Nick?”Ashley smiled. “I’m taking the Fifth on that.”Megan snorted, but any response stopped when the bedroom door opened. Becca slipped out quietly and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a halter-topped calf-length sundress and was carrying a pair of high-heeled sandals. “Now, what’s up?” she asked.“Nick’s Mom wanted to know what to wear tonight, and I said you could help,” explained Ashley.“Of course! Let’s just go in here so I can finish getting dressed.”. I remember on one opportune journey I was so hot for sex, one guy got in behind me and did just that, relieved himself on my curvaceous cheek, then re-zippered me to my frustration.Upon alighting the train I went straight into the waiting room and headed for the toilet, went inside, removed my cotton dress, sat bare-assed on the porcelain and started to relieve myself, smelling the semen stain on my dress, for inspiration.In my fucked-up way I failed to notice a couple of important things, one,. How could he want me – again?Suddenly I felt his warm hand on my leg and flinched. He kept it there, pressed my thigh for a moment. “I like you. You choose. Now, later, whenever, never. But I want to be honest with you. I would love to feel you again, fuck you senseless. Now, later and whenever.”No never. My mouth felt dry and I liked my lips. This was the hardest way to lose a friend. But worth it. Slowly I opened my eyes, took a deep breath. I turned around and climbed onto his lap. Looking.