We always talked about the Butterflies she got in her Tummy... “Do you love him?” I asked. “I do..but in a certain (different) kind of way ” she replied. “If you love him, why are you here with me?” I provoked. “I’m.. not—ummmm... I don’t know..” She sighed..."I just felt you were different, attentive...felt like You knew "things" ... “I know why you’re here. Do you want me to tell you? Do you want to understand, how you’re here, in a room, alone, with a man that’s not yours, and you’re feeling sexy, wanted, aroused, confused.. wet. You’re here for the same reason as… Weiterlesen