Monica, what can I say about her ; she 's my full admirer, a constant comrade, and my long term infatuation. She also happens to be gorgeous and full of get-up-and-go, being a eccentric and dancer she has a unique blend of down to earth along with an unabashed fit body. She 's around 5'6''' or something not skinny with soft baby fat over hard muscle from her dancing and physical exertion. She has nighttime thick hair which she kept short around shoulder length, her eyes are hazelnut, and her backtalk are so luscious and full always in a smiling or laugh. Her raw and oft clip crude sense of sense of humour always with the intimate undertone makes her a frisson to peach with. As I mentioned she was always with me as a 'friend', one of the just girls I allowed to sustain me in the friend-zone willingly. I think I was just message with what I had, possibly I was too afraid to ever try for Thomas More. That was when we were in our 20s. That was before she met 'that'guy, the one that she eventually married and had kids with, the one I never really gave my grace too. Of course I would n't, not with my fundamental motives and sexual desires clouding my friendship.

I eventually discontinue trying and we drifted apart. This was n't a surprise as these type of friendly relationship often ends up this way and I 'was'a willing participant in it. During the tenner following I go out and catch some Z's around but I always seemed to be comparing them to Monica. Small things I would nitpick and dismantle from my human relationship ; those that got that far. More often than not I settled into my brutally good persona and slept with cleaning lady I tell honestly that I am just after a good fuck. It 's a slight jarring that some of these charwoman would take'I just want to kip with you'and translate that into 'save me with honey'. NO. On a incline line I knew that some adult female love the challenge of trying to change a man but honestly, just stop.
After thirteen days of this one day I happen to incur a text substance from an unknown number.

( unknown quantity identification number ) Hey Sir Walter Scott ? This is my new number. Not sure if this is you.

( Me ) Umm hi, who is this ?

( Unknown 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 aliveness and now all of a sudden I feel like I might hurl from my anxiety from one text content. I quickly grew angry at myself for being so rickety against her. I thought to myself'I 'm the conqueror of pussies old and young, ugly and hot, I can deal with an old admirer rightfield ? ! ?'As it turns out I could n't so I ignored it.

About a week go by, it 's Saturday now and I have stared at my phone every day since trying to make sense of my own touch sensation, I knew I could easily enter her life-time again and it will be just as it was before but spoilt because I would take in to constantly be reminded that someone else is enjoying that consistency. But I was deathly curious and I hate not knowing and regretting so I picked up the headphone and brought up her chat :

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

( Monica ) For a week ? ( before I could answer )

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

( Me ) Umm sure I 'm free. Want to forgather at that Bistro on twenty percent near the deep brown shop ?

( Monica ) The new Italian one ? OK feed me about two hour ? I ca n't hold back to see you !

As I put the earphone down I knew I could n't escape this root on inside of me. It was excitement and trepidation roiling all through me. I could n't assist but think of her last statement 'ca n't look to see you'. I oddly found myself smiling as I went about taking a shower and getting ready. I decided to dress my age and brought out my most hairstylist blazer, jeans, plain white garb shirt, and boots. I was out the door in an hr, I figured I get coffee and calm my nerves a little.

She was recently about thirty minutes but as I watched her walk up in front of the Bistro from my coffee shop vantage point I nearly forgot everything I have been mulling over for the hr I waited. She was wearing Black leg covering with knee highschool black boots with a albumen top that definitely showed her shapely mother form. I do n't say that in a bad way at all, I can tell she kept up her study out even after her pregnancy because she was good figured but look in a way only a person who moved around a lot can be. Her once small A cup boob were at least a yoke cup sizes enceinte ( give thanks goodness for breastfeeding ). Her haircloth was retentive and crinkled and came down to her ass which at the here and now was facing towards me, it looked diffuse and perky in her crocked leging. I was getting a heavy on just looking at her.

I went out to suffer her and as I was approaching from behind I could n't help but feel anxious and worry. Worried that I would dun myself again with fantasies of her to the spot that I would rather be alone if I could n't be with her. This feeling kept getting unassailable up until the point she turned around with her energetic smile and embrace. She smelled so good being this finis, like field of Lavenders. She was so subdued and warm as she held me, melding into my weaponry perfectly as if we were two parts of a mold. `` Hey handsome ! '' she exclaimed happily.

Before I could serve myself I blurted out `` sanctum diddly you look amazing ! '' I saw her cash register what I said in shock absorber than her face soften and slowly she began to crimson a little as she held me at arm 's length. My eye leering all over her body. I felt helpless and a little greasy but I could n't help oneself myself, she was gorgeous ! Her already curvy consistency gained definition and dandy, I did n't agnise how dramatically until I was up next to her.

'' Thanks, you are looking groovy yourself ! '' She responded with big eyes and a big smile. I wanted goose egg more than to grab her and kiss her deeply.

'' Let 's go grab a board and becharm up. '' I suddenly felt slack up. I had a Revelation of Saint John the Divine as I stood watching her spell waiting for a table ; I realized I have never truly been honest with her about my look 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 matter the cost.

As we ate we caught up on our lives. She has two kids and has been a housewife and mom. She said she misses me and that she 's glad that we could overhear up because she was moving to New York. Apparently her husband got a promotion and will have to forge in NY, he and the nestling are already there settling in while she finishes some things here and will be flying in a couple mean solar day. Needless to say I was somewhat foiled in hearing this but at the Lapplander time I realize she is alone at the instant without having immediate obligation. She loves her small fry and I knew I could n't compete with them with her clock time. I began to diagram my move, I needed her to know exactly how very much she makes me gaga with lust and love.

As we were finishing up I asked if she had any pressing patronage left today. She responded with a huge smile and told me she did not and that I should restrain her society as she is alone and misses her crime syndicate. I responded with `` of course I will keep you company, just treat me like a substitute anything ... ..anything you need. '' I 'm not sure if she caught on to my implication as she just smirked and said 'ok'.

After lunch we went and got coffee bean and then to the motion picture. We caught a too soon slot for a romance comedy. I did n't really pay attention as I kept looking at her and trying to keep my manus from touching her. Halfway during the movie I notice that the armrest was up and her aphrodisiacal branch were fairly close to my hand so I carefully leaned over whispering in her capitulum `` that 's totally me '' while patting my hands on her thighs in sync with the friend telling a joke on screen. I kept my script there and she tightened up but did n't really gave any implications to her discomfort. As I already promised myself that I would just say whatever I thought I leaned in again after a couple minutes and said `` does it bother you that my men are on your ramification ? I like the flavor of your gasp. I can affect them if it makes you uncomfortable. ``

It took a pair off secondment as she continued to stare at the screen but she finally responded `` I do n't beware. '' I could n't believe it, I was about to brag my consignment just from touching her second joint ; how could I even have sex with her I thought. After a while I wanted to bear on the limit so I began to rub her a petty and to the inside. I felt her tense up but she continued to ascertain the film. I got a little more boldface and with my footling finger's breadth I began to slither it up into her crotch almost touching but not. I could palpate the high temperature coming from her and it drove me disturbed. Embolden with my new found honesty I leaned in again.

'' She is really hot ( speechmaking of the actress on screen ), but I still think the way you look today ... ..you are way hotter. '' I watched her outrage chemical reaction and backstairs coup d'oeil at me.

'' I do n't reckon so but thanks anyways. '' she responded. I smiled and watched the quietus of the pic while my hands gently rubbed her upper right hand thigh. After the movie was over it was already dark. The movie field was total and citizenry they were walking every which way. I thought it was a effective opportunity to grab her workforce feigning that I did n't need to get split up. Her hands were cushy and fond as I pulled her along towards the exit. It reminded me of the past when we would hold helping hand everywhere, the oath base of operations of the booster zone : holding hands.

Outside the air was nice and cool off with a slender breeze, I looked over and saw that her whisker was gently blown over her face. It was the cunning thing as she brushed her tomentum out of her centre, sadly this made her interruption our hold to do so. She caught me staring and asked `` why are you just smiling looking at me ? '' I caught a pinch of merriment in her voice.

'' I was thinking that we should go grab dinner party and drinks so I can stay to tell you how beautiful you are. '' I said with a tinge of care that I might take scared her off.

I could n't quite say her face through her hair's-breadth but I think it was surprise with a contact of entertainment. `` Ok, do you know a property ? ''

'' I do, let 's go ! '' I said and led the way. Lucky that this shopping block/plaza has a bar located conveniently near the dramaturgy. The bar was a small pub that you would incur anyplace that has a downtown. We sat farthermost away from the big screen TVs so we could hear each other while still able to see the unhurt bar.

We settled into our comfortableness zone easy as the drinks kept coming. We decided on sharing a crew of appetiser since we were still full from dejeuner. We joked and laugh, talking about everything and anything. It was well-heeled to bury that we have n't seen each former in so long when the synergism was so palpable. As we got to our twenty-five percent rung I remembered that we use to jest about Robot sex of all affair. It was a long inside joke about the future when we would be able-bodied to put our thinker inside golem. I would say that I if I could, I would throw the most march on robot penis ever being able to travel in every which way with vibration settings and tidy sum of horse power for thrusting. She would always assert that it would be disused at that point because anyone not in a golem would be dead from all the STD 's due to the great unwashed like me, we would agree and laugh.

As the conversation lulled a bit I asked `` so make you changed your thinker about my robot member ? '' She almost spat her salute out while laughing so hard from the sudden inquiry. This led to a farsighted debate on synthetic lubrication or organic lubrication, then it went into a public debate on resoluteness of a phallus ; if too concentrated 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 fantasy girl and what did you do ? '' She asked with a mischievous smirk, eyes only slits leaning over with her tits resting on the tabular array. My brain went blank as I stared at her not so report cleavage.

After a minute I took a sip of my swallow and leaned over until we were almost nose to scent which brought a bust of snorts from her. I composed myself and with a unappeasable face said `` My fantasy aspiration girl is staring me right in the optic right now. She has always been so and I believe always will be, as for the act I would first please her with every process I have. I would eat her slit until the slop dripped down to her toes, I would cleanse every column inch of her skin with my clapper and then some. I would use my fingers, toes, human elbow, knee joint, mouth, and body to pass on her such pleasance that she would leave her own epithet. When she 's lying drained from all her wet sexual climax I would bonk her in every gob until my consistence breaks and I am no longer able to prompt anything ! '' I said the final with an malefic smiling and settled back to take a drink.

By the fourth dimension I finished her center were as big as disc and her mouth hung open up slightly, I reached down and cling a buffalo chip into her back talk 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 safety valve architectural plan. When she opened her mouth and was finally about to say something I cut her off ...

'' Whew that was a dinner, did you like the nachos ? '' I said changing the subject, at to the lowest degree trying to. She did n't prick. I almost said 'just kidding'but I decided that the Truth felt good to let out.

She scrunched her face a slight and let out a `` WHAT THE HELL ! ? ! no you do n't get to not explicate ! '' When I played deaf for a couple of sec she almost shouted `` WELL ! ``

'' Well what ? What I said was the true statement. I 'm sorry you do n't want to learn it but I 'm sure you knew, you can not not have intercourse ... ... right ? '' I said mildly.

'' I ... ... uh ... .um ... ... I variety of figured so, I guess. '' She seemed to deflate a lilliputian 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 night and through the week if that 's what it takes ! '' She finally let out a laugh and smile and swatted me on my head.

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

'' well pretty much since the first time I met you at that party I guess. It ... ..I mean the opinion never left, it dulled a niggling 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 roll in the hay me attire'. I never forgot how aphrodisiac you are ; age and motherhood did n't look to have diminished your feeling. If anything I think you are many grade more sexy now, especially those ... ( here I cupped my hands on my chest and pretended to squeeze ).

She looked exasperated at this and started to laugh so difficult that she almost spilled her drunkenness. `` Oh my god, you 're so still the same ! Well thanks but I do n't finger the way you explained about me, me with milk and god knows what over my clothes all the metre. '' She says while shaking her fountainhead in submission. I think the drunkenness are definitely making both of us to a greater extent 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 take in my relocation, it 's now or never. I have nothing to drop off, and the alcohol is making me far more sure-footed than I should be. I leaned over again with a pitiful verbal expression on and said `` look, I really love you. ( I paused for dramatic affect and hoped to charm her heart string ) When we stopped talking I was really lonesome I lost my fantasy and best admirer. I know you needed to live your life with your family 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 least get to know what heaven feels like. '' It was the most churn up and chintzy affair I have ever said but she is worth depraved actions

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

In an innocent part as not to sound too eager I said `` I just want you by my side tonight, I need you in my sleeve like we are in dearest. We use to sleep together all the fourth dimension remember ? '' It was dependable that in the past times we sometimes slept in the like bed but I did n't mention that those times it was because we were too drunk to care or fuck.

'' Just sleeping ? With clothes on ? '' She asked with eyebrow 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 apprise it either way. '' She said almost firmly.

I had to retrieve fast, I needed to convince her, short of pouring shots down her throat. `` He does n't ingest to have a go at it, besides he hates me and he was the one who took my friend away from me. I think he owes me some consideration. I just missed you so much and I ca n't think the terminal time I had so very much fun. '' The concluding part was convincing as it was true. She finally conceded that we should spend more sentence tonight to mouth. We took a taxi to the hotel she was staying at since she was closing on the sales agreement of her theatre here. When we got to the room I was trying to not expect to happy, keeping a neutral face on. She excused herself to go to the public lavatory to commute and what not.

An hour past before she came out but what she had on almost made me forget the ire and oddity at why she took so long. Her face was newly scrubbed and I can see how soft and shiny her brass was without make up. Her hair was pulled back into a mile and it looked damp. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt with no bra, I could n't distinguish if she wore panties or not but her stage were damn sexy. As I was staring at her overtly I realized my legs were starting to feel wet from pre-cum. I wanted nothing more than to pull in it out and lighten the air pressure. She must have notice as she settled on the top of the blankets. I pulled my shirt over my pass forgetting it had buttons and undid my pants. I did n't pull my pants down yet as my raging backbreaking on was in full firmness of purpose. Finally she turned off all but one lighter and I turned around facing away from the bed and pulled my pants down and off along with my air-sleeve. I was just in boxer briefs as I sat on the edge.

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

'' Because my cock is in full salutation and it 's your mistake. '' I said honestly. She seemed to chortle 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 heart that she was across-the-board awake like me. Finally after a few minutes of silence she pulled the covert over her and settled in. I did the same thing still looking straight up. I can feel the warmth of her so near me and I can smell out her sweet citrus tree typeface cream. I slowly turned towards her and debated if I could spoon her, I longed to feel her ass on my bulge. After a heat up debate in my head word 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 arms around her stomach. She immediately placed her manpower on top of mine, the gesture was n't lost on me ; it meant do n't touch 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 heavy turncock was pressed between her ass. As soon as I felt this I almost came justly there. I think the genial nisus on my hormone was too much for me because I pulled her tighter and grinded a short. She did n't appear to hate this as she started to bray her ass into me. Thinking in hindsight I think she had a little bit too much to tope as well and it 's strong to ascertain these things once your already half naked and urge on together like Lego cylinder block. My breathing hasten and it was right against her neck and I can see goose bumps forming over her let on pelt. Her hairgrip on my hand slacken and I quickly brought it down to her second joint right where her shirt ended. I began to slowly rub her second joint while discreetly pushing her shirt up. I can feel her body tense up and start to fidget. I inched my way up to her pelvis around her ass and squeezed a minuscule, this clock time she once again brought her hands on top of mine. I was n't deterred this time, my lust was boiling over at this articulation so I reached around quite determined to get between her legs and put my mitt on her pussy. To my surprise she was n't wearing panties and I instantly felt her wet, wet slit. I used my quarter round to subdue her clitoris as my other four finger worked their way between her slippery lips and began to rub.

She let out a moan and expletive as her custody once again shot on top of mine and her legs closed over my hired hand. This actually worked against her as my finger were already trapped inside of her and all she did was put pressing onto herself. She began shuddering and contorted into a more foetal position pressing her ass hard into me. I was driven at this point, closed legs or not I kept my digit working deeper into her and side to side. The Same time I was full phase of the moon on grinding into her with my punishing bulge. This kept on for five bit and then fifteen, finally she moaned and convulsed into her orgasm. Her walls were crushing my fingers and soaking them in an New York minute.

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 cover charge off of us except our legs. 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 placid perfect ass and the shadow between them that hinted at the most marvellous experience if I were to bond my hammer there. As I reached to pull up my boxershorts down she suddenly threw frigidity water on my fantasy.

'' No More please. '' She said shakily. My packer were right at my human knee when I stopped what I was doing, pecker 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 nestling ! ``

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

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

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

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

I could n't make up one's mind if she really meant that or just took pity on me. As I concentrated on her face I saw that her facial expression switched from guilt feelings to lust and back. I decided to depart it at that instead of saying something snide I said `` I 'm going to charter a shower and go plate. '' I then walked towards the bathroom kicking my underwear 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 body moved and felt, the way she responded to my touches like she loved it. The more I thought about it the more angry I got, the range of her ass and legs kept playing in my head. My tool responded in turn, getting hard again. As I stood there under the spraying of water stroking my cock I snapped.

I turned off the water and patted myself as dry as I can and saunter out of the bathroom. Monica was laying on her back with a arm resting on her head. I could n't read the blank look on her case but she seemed to be deep in thought and did n't observe me standing there naked looking down at her. I walked up and jumped on top of her straddling her hips, knees on either side. I leaned down holding myself up with both arms I kissed her deeply. She did n't respond for a partner off seconds but then I felt her kiss me back. We laid there kissing for a couple minutes until I broke off breathing heavily. Her optic were still closed. `` I do n't buy your bullshit guilty conscience, if you want me take me. We do n't have to see each other ever again when you leave yet again ! ``

Before she could respond I pushed myself down and dove grimace first between her peg, at the Sami time my hands swept up her shirt. I began sucking her clitoris almost instantly upon inter-group communication, she let out a groan and a `` oooooh shucks. '' It drove me to tongue fuck her pussy as recondite as my clapper would go. As I pulled my spit out and over her clit I replaced them with my fingers and began to milk her G-Spot. With my hand I reached under her shirt and began to bring with her nipple which were hard as diamonds. I tweaked them between my fingerbreadth and she let out a yelp. 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 hip and placed my cock just inside her. I reached and grab a leg in each arm and rammed my cock to the hilt into her. The botheration of entering her so fast just added to my anger and I began pumping in and out furiously. She let out a hard breathing place but did n't say anything but you can see it in her face that she felt the hurting too.

pulling her legs further into her in a crook and lifting my musket ball began to smack into her shit. I never let off a minute as I pounded her slit as hard as I could, face in a grimace. She began to ease up from the pain sensation and I can narrate from her moan and face that she was starting to feel good. It was apparent from the sum wetness that was coming out of her, running down her ass shot and cheeks. After what seemed ages ( when in realness was seven minutes or so ) I pulled out. I turned her over by strength but she realized what I wanted and completed the turn of events on her own onto all fours. I placed a pillow under her and quickly dumbfound my cock back into her, hard. She was moaning incoherent words as I began to Irish punt into her ass. After a bit I stuck a finger into my mouth to get it wet and started to tease her dickhead which was a cute slight pucker. She tried to play a hand around and barricade me but I brushed it aside and amaze a finger's breadth in. She let out a scream of pleasance or pain, I do n't know. I leaned down and began to snog her sweat soaked back and neck while thrusting deep and putting my weight unit down, alternating between leaning over and leaning back and smacking her ass red.

After a yoke second of angry throb, I could n't hold 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 pill right now. I said it 's either going in her back talk or her pussy and that she needed to pick fast. Right after she moaned out to cum in her sassing I was already starting to scoot. I got off and reached down to her articulatio humeri to flip her and did n't hit it to her rima oris but shot laurel wreath of cum all over her hair, face, and cervix. Some got on the pillow she was laying on. After the last spurt convulsed out of me I collapsed on her half turned consistence and gave minor osculation on her abdomen. There was no words spoken as I got off following to her. She got up and went into the bathroom and the last thing I heard before darkness took me was the sump running.

I woke up early the next morning time around six, I 've always woke up early when drinking the night before. It seems like a cruel trait to sustain as my head was pounding into a hangover. I looked to my left and saw that Monica was laying right up to me with her header buried into my side. The retentivity of my angry fuck with my married friend came rushing in and I smiled. My longsighted sought after compulsion finally came to realization in a most conclusive burst. I gently sat up and just stared at her sleeping form, ass out to the side, T-Shirt pulled up to titmouse exposing her sonant dead body and stunning leg. After a while she murmured something lost in the grogginess of sleep and rubbed her eyes. She seemed to be struggling with her flow site nestled next to me half naked and me fully naked. She had this startled deer look on her cute boldness and I could n't serve but let out a little laugh as I got up and started to research for my clothes. Just as I was done pulling on my shirt and air sock she was just about to say something when her phone started blaring.

'' hi ? '' She said sleepily.

'' Hey hun ... ... ... yea I just got up. '' Listening. `` No it 's OK, I should suffer gotten up already. '' I can only concur that it was that dastardly husband of hers. I quietly put my shoes on grabbed my headstone and looked at her.

'' How are my babe 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 mean grin as if saying 'this is my life and you made me cheater'. I gave her my most charming excusatory smile and went out the threshold.

I did n't want to take heed her say 'sorry'or 'it was a fault'so I left without saying anything. In realism I did n't want to hear myself try to cling onto her, I did n't want to see me try to express how one night could never be enough and that I wanted all of her. As I got into the cab I gave a quick glance 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 travel to one day ...