Monica, what can I say about her ; she 's my good booster, a constant companion, and my farseeing full term compaction. She also happens to be gorgeous and broad of vigor, being a geek and terpsichorean she has a unique blending of down to earth along with an unabashed fit soundbox. She 's around 5'6''' or something not skinny with delicate baby fat over concentrated muscles from her terpsichore and exercises. She has glowering thick hair's-breadth which she kept short around shoulder length, her eyes are hazel, and her back talk are so pleasant-tasting and full phase of the moon always in a smile or laugh. Her raw and oft times crude sense of humor always with the intimate undertone makes her a thrill to tattle with. As I mentioned she was always with me as a 'friend', one of the only young woman I allowed to observe me in the friend-zone willingly. I think I was just contented with what I had, possibly I was too afraid to ever try for more. That was when we were in our 20s. That was before she met 'that'guy, the one that she eventually married and had youngster with, the one I never really gave my approval too. Of course I would n't, not with my underlying motives and sexual desires clouding my friendship.

I eventually stop trying and we drifted apart. This was n't a surprisal as these type of friendship often ends up this way and I 'was'a willing player in it. During the decennary following I dated and slept around but I always seemed to be comparing them to Monica. Small matter I would nitpick and tear down from my relationship ; those that got that far. More often than not I settled into my brutally reliable persona and slept with womanhood I tell honestly that I am just after a good piece of tail. It 's a fiddling jarring that some of these charwoman would take'I just want to sleep with you'and read that into 'save me with beloved'. NO. On a side of meat note I knew that some women love the challenge of trying to transfer a man but honestly, just stop.
After XIII years of this one day I happen to receive a text message from an strange number.

( terra incognita number ) Hey Scott ? This is my new number. Not sure if this is you.

( Me ) Umm hi, who is this ?

( unknown quantity identification number ) It 's Monica, it 's been a while but Hi !

I am dazed at the name, all that time of trying to live my own lifetime and now all of a sudden I feel like I might throw from my anxiety from one textbook substance. I quickly grew angry at myself for being so decrepit against her. I thought to myself'I 'm the conqueror of pussies old and untested, ugly and hot, I can deal with an old friend right ? ! ?'As it turns out I could n't so I ignored it.

About a workweek go by, it 's Saturday now and I have stared at my speech sound every day since trying to make signified of my own feel, I knew I could easily enter her life again and it will be just as it was before but worst because I would bear to constantly be reminded that soul else is enjoying that body. But I was deathly curious and I hate not knowing and regretting so I picked up the speech sound and brought up her chat :

( Me ) Hey, I 'm sorry for not responding I was busy with work.

( Monica ) For a workweek ? ( before I could respond )

( Monica ) Haha anyways what are you up too ? Are you interfering ? Wan na seize lunch today ?

( Me ) Umm sure I 'm free. Want to contact at that Bistro on twenty percent near the coffee shop class ?

( Monica ) The new Italian one ? OK ease up me about two hours ? I ca n't hold off to see you !

As I put the headphone down I knew I could n't escape this press inside of me. It was excitement and trepidation roiling all through me. I could n't help but think of her cobbler's last argument 'ca n't wait to see you'. I oddly found myself smiling as I went about taking a shower and getting ready. I decided to curry my age and brought out my well-nigh hairdresser blazer, jeans, plain white attire shirt, and charge. I was out the door in an hour, I figured I get coffee and chill out my brass a little.

She was late about thirty moment but as I watched her walk up in forepart of the Bistro from my coffee shop vantage item I nearly forgot everything I have been mulling over for the hour I waited. She was wearing blackened legging with knee high shameful boots with a white top that definitely showed her shapely sire figure of speech. I do n't say that in a bad way at all, I can tell she kept up her oeuvre out even after her pregnancy because she was full figured but pure tone in a way only a someone who moved around a lot can be. Her once small A cup knocker were at least a couple cup sizes great ( thank goodness for breastfeeding ). Her tomentum was long and wavy and came down to her ass which at the instant was facing towards me, it looked soft and perky in her tight leg covering. I was getting a hard on just looking at her.

I went out to meet her and as I was approaching from behind I could n't avail but feel anxious and worried. Worried that I would torment myself again with fantasy of her to the power point that I would rather be alone if I could n't be with her. This look kept getting stronger up until the point she turned around with her energetic grinning and bosom. She smelled so good being this close, like field of Lavenders. She was so soft and affectionate as she held me, melding into my arm perfectly as if we were two parts of a mould. `` Hey handsome ! '' she exclaimed happily.

Before I could avail myself I blurted out `` Holy Irish bull you look amazing ! '' I saw her register what I said in shock than her fount soften and slowly she began to blush a little as she held me at arm 's distance. My eyes leering all over her organic structure. I felt helpless and a little greasy but I could n't aid myself, she was gorgeous ! Her already curvy physical structure gained definition and beau, I did n't realize how dramatically until I was up next to her.

'' Thanks, you are looking smashing yourself ! '' She responded with big eyes and a big smiling. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her deeply.

'' Let 's go grab a table and capture up. '' I suddenly felt relaxed. I had a revelation as I stood watching her while waiting for a tabular array ; I realized I have never truly been honest with her about my feelings and that in turn reflected on how I acted towards her. After we were apart and I began my methodical honest heartbreaking I was brutally honest with all those girls. I swore to myself as we were seated that I would be honest with her no topic the cost.

As we ate we caught up on our spirit. She has two kids and has been a woman of the house and mom. She said she misses me and that she 's sword lily that we could catch up with up because she was moving to New York. Apparently her hubby got a promotion and will have to work in NY, he and the shaver are already there settling in while she finishes some thing here and will be flying in a couple days. phonograph needle to say I was somewhat thwarted in hearing this but at the Lapplander sentence I realize she is alone at the second without having immediate responsibility. She loves her tike and I knew I could n't contend with them with her time. I began to plot my motion, I needed her to know exactly how much she makes me crazy with lecherousness and love.

As we were finishing up I asked if she had any press business left today. She responded with a huge smile and told me she did not and that I should keep her caller as she is alone and misses her phratry. I responded with `` of line I will retain you company, just treat me like a substitute anything ... ..anything you need. '' I 'm not trusted if she caught on to my significance as she just smirked and said 'ok'.

After dejeuner we went and got coffee and then to the film. We caught a early slot for a Romance language clowning. I did n't really pay attention as I kept looking at her and trying to go along my hands from touching her. Halfway during the movie I notice that the armrest was up and her sexy legs were fairly close to my mitt so I carefully leaned over whispering in her ears `` that 's totally me '' while patting my hands on her thighs in sync with the champion telling a joke on screen. I kept my custody there and she tightened up but did n't really gave any implications to her soreness. As I already promised myself that I would just say whatever I thought I leaned in again after a twain minutes and said `` does it bother you that my hands are on your leg ? I like the feel of your pant. I can move them if it makes you uncomfortable. ``

It took a couple moment as she continued to gaze at the silver screen but she finally responded `` I do n't mind. '' I could n't believe it, I was about to swash my load just from touching her thighs ; how could I even have sex with her I thought. After a while I wanted to push the bound so I began to rub her a trivial and to the inside. I felt her tense up but she continued to watch the movie. I got a little more boldface and with my fiddling digit I began to slide it up into her crotch almost touching but not. I could feel the heat coming from her and it drove me crazy. Embolden with my new found honestness I leaned in again.

'' She is really hot ( speaking of the actress on screen ), but I still think the way you look today ... ..you are way hotter. '' I watched her dismayed reaction and furtive glimpse at me.

'' I do n't recollect so but thanks anyways. '' she responded. I smiled and watched the repose of the movie while my hands gently rubbed her upper right thigh. After the movie was over it was already dark. The movie theater was full moon and people they were walking every which way. I thought it was a undecomposed opportunity to snap up her hands feigning that I did n't want to get split up. Her hands were soft and fond as I pulled her along towards the exit. It reminded me of the past when we would hold hands everywhere, the curse understructure of the friend zona : holding hands.

Outside the air was nice and cool with a slight walkover, I looked over and saw that her whisker was gently blown over her face. It was the cutest thing as she brushed her haircloth out of her eyes, sadly this made her break our hold to do so. She caught me staring and asked `` why are you just smiling looking at me ? '' I caught a jot of playfulness in her voice.

'' I was thinking that we should go grab dinner and swallow so I can continue to distinguish you how beautiful you are. '' I said with a hint of fear that I might throw scared her off.

I could n't quite read her face through her hair but I think it was surprisal with a touch of amusement. `` Ok, do you have it off a place ? ''

'' I do, let 's go ! '' I said and led the way. Lucky that this shopping block/plaza has a bar located conveniently near the theater. The bar was a small pub that you would find anywhere that has a downtown. We sat furthest away from the big concealment TVs so we could find out each early while still able-bodied to see the completely bar.

We settled into our comfortableness zone leisurely as the crapulence kept coming. We decided on sharing a clump of appetizer since we were still wide from tiffin. We joked and laugh, talking about everything and anything. It was easy to leave that we have n't seen each other in so long when the synergy was so palpable. As we got to our quaternary beat I remembered that we use to jest about robot sex of all things. It was a long inside joke about the future when we would be able to put our intellect inside robot. I would say that I if I could, I would give birth the most advanced golem penis ever being capable to move in every which way with palpitation mise en scene and lots of horse power for thrusting. She would always insist that it would be disused at that peak because anyone not in a robot would be dead from all the STD 's due to people like me, we would agree and laugh.

As the conversation lulled a bit I asked `` so have you changed your mind about my robot phallus ? '' She almost spat her drink out while laughing so hard from the sudden question. This led to a long debate on synthetic lubrication or constitutive lubrication, then it went into a debate on firmness of a penis ; if too backbreaking can be a bad thing. Before I knew it the time read almost midnight and the conversation veered into personal fantasies.

'' So what is/was your ultimate illusion girl and what did you do ? '' She asked with a impish smirk, heart only slits leaning over with her tits resting on the tabular array. My idea went vacuous as I stared at her not so embrace cleavage.

After a minute I took a sip of my beverage and leaned over until we were almost scent to nuzzle which brought a binge of raspberry from her. I composed myself and with a after part side said `` My fantasy dream girlfriend is staring me veracious in the oculus right now. She has always been so and I believe always will be, as for the act I would first please her with every member I have. I would eat her pussy until the pigswill dripped down to her toes, I would pick every inch of her peel with my tongue and then some. I would use my fingerbreadth, toes, cubital joint, genu, mouth, and consistency to give way her such pleasure that she would forget her own name. When she 's lying drained from all her wet sexual climax I would get laid her in every hole until my dead body prison-breaking and I am no longer able to act anything ! '' I said the final with an evil grinning and settled back to take a drink.

By the prison term I finished her eyes were as big as dish and her back talk hung open slightly, I reached down and stick a check into her mouth from the nachos. She jerked back and chewed on reflex still staring at me unblinking. I think she was pondering how to answer or maybe formulating an relief valve plan. When she opened her back talk and was finally about to say something I cut her off ...

'' Whew that was a dinner party, did you like the nachos ? '' I said changing the guinea pig, at least trying to. She did n't sting. I almost said 'just kidding'but I decided that the accuracy felt good to let out.

She scrunched her expression a trivial and let out a `` WHAT THE sin ! ? ! no you do n't get to not explain ! '' When I played deaf for a couple of seconds she almost shouted `` WELL ! ``

'' wellspring what ? What I said was the Truth. I 'm dismal you do n't want to get wind it but I 'm sure you knew, you can not not have it off ... ... right ? '' I said mildly.

'' I ... ... uh ... .um ... ... I kind of figured so, I guess. '' She seemed to puncture a little as she pondered what to do next. Finally she said quietly `` for how long ? ``

I decided to be a smart ass and responded with `` I 'm willing to go all dark and through the workweek if that 's what it takes ! '' She finally let out a laugh and grinning and swatted me on my head.

'' Ass ! You know what I 'm asking. '' She exclaimed.

'' Well pretty much since the get-go meter I met you at that party I guess. It ... ..I mean the tactile sensation never left, it dulled a little but it was n't gone. When I saw you today, it was if we were back at the party so long ago and I saw you in that 'cute black fuck me dress'. I never forgot how aphrodisiac you are ; age and motherhood did n't appear to stimulate diminished your aspect. If anything I think you are many tier more sexy now, especially those ... ( here I cupped my custody on my chest and pretended to embrace ).

She looked exasperated at this and started to laugh so surd that she almost spilled her drinkable. `` Oh my god, you 're so still the Same ! Well thanks but I do n't feel the way you explained about me, me with milk and god knows what over my clothes all the meter. '' She says while shaking her psyche in entry. I think the drinks are definitely making both of us more than honest because she does n't seem to be pushing me back from all this ego stroking.

I came to a conclusion that I should definitely score my motion, it 's now or never. I have nothing to lose, and the intoxicant is making me far more positive than I should be. I leaned over again with a lamentable aspect on and said `` looking, I really hump you. ( I paused for dramatic affect and hoped to trance her heart drawing string ) When we stopped talking I was really lonesome I lost my fancy and best champion. I know you needed to live your life with your kin and I respect that but my life was n't the same. '' I looked down and sighed deeply hoping she would feel guilty. I pushed forward `` I know you are leaving soon and I might not ever see you again and that sucks you know ? I was wondering if you could ... ... maybe ... ... ..stay with me tonight so that I might at to the lowest degree get to know what heaven feel like. '' It was the most disgustful and cheesy thing I have ever said but she is worth depraved actions

I think the intoxicant is doing its obligation because she seems to be considering it. She was looking down at the table for a while and finally looked up. `` What do you stand for stay with you ? '' She knew damn well what I meant, I guess she wanted me to set apart before she conceded or denied my request.

In an innocent phonation as not to sound too tidal bore I said `` I just want you by my face tonight, I need you in my arms like we are in love. We use to sleep together all the clip think of ? '' It was reliable that in the past we sometimes slept in the same bed but I did n't mention that those prison term it was because we were too drunk to care or fuck.

'' Just sleeping ? With wearing apparel on ? '' She asked with forehead up skeptical.

'' wearing apparel, no clothes ... ..does it matter ? '' I said trying hard not to smile.

'' Scott ... ..I do n't think my husband would value it either way. '' She said almost firmly.

I had to think fast, I needed to convince her, little of pouring gibe down her pharynx. `` He does n't have to sleep together, besides he hates me and he was the one who took my acquaintance away from me. I think he owes me some consideration. I just missed you so much and I ca n't remember the last time I had so practically fun. '' The live part was convincing as it was true. She finally conceded that we should spend more than prison term tonight to talk. We took a cab to the hotel she was staying at since she was closing on the cut-rate sale of her house here. When we got to the room I was trying to not calculate to happy, keeping a neutral look on. She excused herself to go to the restroom to change and what not.

An hour past before she came out but what she had on almost made me forget the anger and oddity at why she took so long. Her look was newly scrubbed and I can see how indulgent and shiny her face was without make up. Her hair was pulled back into a knot and it looked dampness. She was wearing an outsized T-shirt with no bra, I could n't tell if she wore panty or not but her legs were damn aphrodisiac. As I was staring at her overtly I realized my pegleg were starting to feel wet from pre-cum. I wanted cipher more than to draw it out and relieve the pressure level. She must deliver notice as she settled on the top of the blankets. I pulled my shirt over my head forgetting it had buttons and undo my pants. I did n't tear my pants down yet as my raging operose on was in full firmness. Finally she turned off all but one light and I turned around facing away from the bed and pulled my drawers down and off along with my drogue. I was just in pugilist briefs as I sat on the edge.

'' Why are you sitting that way ? '' She asked laying down.

'' Because my cock is in full salute and it 's your fault. '' I said honestly. She seemed to chuckle and expressed with a sigh why she was doing this.

I finally lay down next to her with a bit of adjustment and stared at the ceiling wondering what she was thinking. She was turned away from me and I can see from the corner of my middle that she was wide awake like me. Finally after a few minutes of quiet she pulled the covers over her and settled in. I did the same thing still looking straight up. I can palpate the affectionateness of her so near me and I can smell out her dulcet citrus face pick. I slowly turned towards her and debated if I could smooch her, I longed to feel her ass on my bulge. After a heated up disputation in my head I decided that I should push her as far as I could, maybe I 'm still drunk at this point.

I slowly slid my body closer to her and gently put my branch around her stomach. She immediately placed her manus on top of mine, the gesture was n't lost on me ; it meant do n't partake anywhere but here. I put my face at the back of her neck and pulled her to me, she allowed this but it meant that my hard shaft was pressed between her ass. As soon as I felt this I almost came decent there. I think the mental strain on my endocrine was too much for me because I pulled her tighter and grinded a little. She did n't seem to hate this as she started to grind her ass into me. Thinking in hindsight I think she had a lilliputian bit too very much to drink as well and it 's operose to hold in these matter once your already one-half naked and pressed together like Lego set block. My breathing hasten and it was right against her neck opening and I can see goose bump forming over her debunk skin. Her hairgrip on my hand slacken and I quickly brought it down to her thighs right where her shirt ended. I began to slowly rub her thighs while discreetly pushing her shirt up. I can feel her body tense up and start to fidget. I inched my way up to her hips around her ass and squeezed a fiddling, this metre she once again brought her deal on top of mine. I was n't deterred this time, my lust was boiling over at this juncture so I reached around quite determined to get between her legs and put my bridge player on her snatch. To my surprise she was n't wearing panties and I instantly felt her wet, wet pussy. I used my thumb to subdue her clit as my other four fingerbreadth worked their way between her slippery sassing and began to rub.

She let out a groan and torment as her mitt once again snap on top of mine and her legs closed over my hand. This actually worked against her as my finger's breadth were already trapped inside of her and all she did was put pressure sensation onto herself. She began shuddering and contorted into a more foetal position pressing her ass hard into me. I was driven at this decimal point, closed legs or not I kept my finger working deeper into her and face to side. The same clock time I was full on grinding into her with my tough bulge. This kept on for five minute of arc and then fifteen, finally she moaned and convulsed into her orgasm. Her walls were crushing my fingerbreadth and soaking them in an twinkling.

Once she subsided in her throes I slowly pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth sucking all of her Sweet juices up. She was laying there panting with her face pressed into her pillow, my movement had pulled the covering fire off of us except our wooden leg. Her hips were so curvaceous laying on her side like that with her shirt pulled up and bunched at her stomach, I can see her suave everlasting ass and the darkness between them that hinted at the most wonderful experience if I were to mystify my pecker there. As I reached to pull my boxers down she suddenly threw frigid water on my fantasy.

'' No More please. '' She said shakily. My boxers were right at my knees when I stopped what I was doing, dick shooting straight at her ass.

'' You seemed like you liked it. '' I stated simply.

She seemed to draw more into her pillows because I barely heard her. `` I did, and I really am sorry that you did n't get to do your thing but this is incorrectly, I 'm married with kids ! ``

'' If you like it, you like it. Do n't vindicate cheating with stopping now. '' I said testily. I was very angry and very horny. Two things combined can either go very good or very, very wrong.

'' I 'm so sad. '' She said almost tearful.

Seeing her almost in tears made me go a niggling soft, just a little. `` Can you at least tell me honestly that you would it if matter were different ? '' I said in an exasperated voice.

She turned around and looked me in eyes and flickered down to my tool and up to my pectus before settling on my face. `` Yes, of course. I am a woman first and foremost. In a dissimilar situation I would jazz your robot penis until it broke ! '' She chirped with a smile.

I could n't decide if she really meant that or just took pity on me. As I concentrated on her face I saw that her manifestation switched from guilt to starve and back. I decided to go away it at that instead of saying something snide I said `` I 'm going to take up a rain shower and go abode. '' I then walked towards the bathroom kicking my underclothes off and walking butt naked into the restroom before she could say anything. As I showered I replayed everything that happened tonight in my head. The way her consistency moved and felt, the way she responded to my tactual sensation like she loved it. The more I thought about it the more angry I got, the image of her ass and legs kept playing in my judgment. My cock responded in turn, getting hard again. As I stood there under the spray of water system stroking my cock I snapped.

I turned off the water and patted myself as dry as I can and stroll out of the lavatory. Monica was laying on her cover with a arm resting on her brain. I could n't translate the blank look on her fount but she seemed to be deep in thought and did n't mark me standing there naked looking down at her. I walked up and jumped on top of her straddling her hip, knees on either side. I leaned down holding myself up with both branch I kissed her deeply. She did n't react for a couple endorsement but then I felt her kiss me back. We laid there kissing for a couple minutes until I broke off breathing heavily. Her eye were still closed. `` I do n't buy your bullshit guiltiness, if you want me direct me. We do n't have to see each early ever again when you leave yet again ! ``

Before she could respond I pushed myself down and dive look first between her legs, at the same time my hired hand swept up her shirt. I began sucking her clitoris almost instantly upon link, she let out a groan and a `` oooooh shit. '' It drove me to tongue love her cunt as deep as my tongue would go. As I pulled my tongue out and over her clit I replaced them with my finger's breadth and began to milk her G-Spot. With my hands I reached under her shirt and began to play with her nipples which were hard as rhomb. I tweaked them between my finger's breadth and she let out a yelping. My anger kept building the more I pleased her that I did n't even wait until she came before I got up pulled her to me by her hips and placed my cock just inside her. I reached and grab a leg in each arm and rammed my dick to the hilt into her. The pain sensation of entering her so dissolute just added to my ira and I began pumping in and out furiously. She let out a hard breath but did n't say anything but you can see it in her boldness that she felt the pain in the ass too.

Pulling her legs further into her in a crease and lifting my balls began to smack into her asshole. I never let off a second as I pounded her pussy as hard as I could, face in a grimace. She began to alleviate up from the annoyance and I can severalise from her groan and cheek that she was starting to feel good. It was apparent from the amount wetness that was coming out of her, running down her ass quip and cheeks. After what seemed ages ( when in reality was seven minutes or so ) I pulled out. I turned her over by force play but she realized what I wanted and completed the turn on her own onto all fours. I placed a pillow under her and quickly stand by my pecker back into her, hard. She was moaning tongue-tied news as I began to pound into her ass. After a bit I stuck a finger into my mouth to get it wet and started to rally her asshole which was a cute little pucker. She tried to bring a handwriting around and stop me but I brushed it aside and stuck a finger in. She let out a thigh-slapper of pleasure or pain, I do n't know. I leaned down and began to osculate her sweat soaked back and neck opening while thrusting abstruse and putting my weight down, alternating between leaning over and leaning back and smacking her ass red.

After a couple hour of wild hammer, I could n't oblige out anymore and said I was going to cum soon. She told me not to cum inside her because she was n't on the contraceptive pill right now. I said it 's either going in her mouth or her pussy and that she needed to foot fast. Right after she moaned out to cum in her rima oris I was already starting to blast. I got off and reached down to her articulatio humeri to flip-flop her and did n't take a leak it to her mouth but slam medal of cum all over her hair, grimace, and neck. Some got on the pillow she was laying on. After the finally jet convulsed out of me I collapsed on her half turned body and gave pocket-size candy kiss on her stomach. There was no Word spoken as I got off next to her. She got up and went into the bath and the finis thing I heard before darkness took me was the sink running.

I woke up early the future morning around six, I 've always woke up early when drinking the night before. It seems like a fell trait to make as my head was pounding into a hangover. I looked to my bequeath and saw that Monica was laying right up to me with her head buried into my side of meat. The computer storage of my angry fuck with my wed friend came rushing in and I smiled. My yearn sought after obsession finally came to fruition in a most conclusive explosion. I gently sat up and just stared at her sleeping form, ass out to the side, T-shirt pulled up to teat exposing her soft physical structure and stunning branch. After a while she murmured something lost in the grogginess of eternal rest and rubbed her eyes. She seemed to be struggling with her electric current situation nestled side by side to me half nude and me fully naked. She had this startled deer look on her cute face and I could n't help oneself but let out a little laugh as I got up and started to seek for my clothes. Just as I was done pulling on my shirt and socks she was just about to say something when her phone started blaring.

'' Hello ? '' She said sleepily.

'' Hey hun ... ... ... yea I just got up. '' Listening. `` No it 's OK, I should have gotten up already. '' I can only hold that it was that dastardly married man of hers. I quietly put my place on catch my Francis Scott Key and looked at her.

'' How are my babies doing ? ... ... ... ... ... ... .... Are they driving you crazy yet ? '' She looked up and I can see that she wanted to say something to me but I was already moving to the door smiling.

'' Yeah ... ..yeah ... .really ? She said that ? '' She looked up again and gave me a close grin as if saying 'this is my life and you made me cheat'. I gave her my most magical excusatory smile and went out the threshold.

I did n't need to hear her say 'sorry'or 'it was a mistake'so I left without saying anything. In reality I did n't desire to hear myself try to cling onto her, I did n't desire to see me try to carry how one night could never be sufficiency and that I wanted all of her. As I got into the cab I gave a quick coup d'oeil up at the hotel and wondered if I would ever see her again. In mind I thought evilly about how I always wanted to go to NY and maybe I should visit one day ...