Tabatha broke up with me because she was falling in love with me? “Yeah, sure. “You better wipe that off before it stains.” I get the tissues from my bedside table to wipe up the mess from Jo’s sputtering cough. I blinked to fight them back. She does, but a white outline remains. “Isn’t young love sweet?” she says, sarcastically. I never expected a girl to do that. But then she suddenly leapt off the bed and ran from the room, keeping her head bowed and nearly bumping into me as she passed, leaving me stunned. Not at all!”
“There’s two things I would never do, Andy. Won’t you? But that’s all part of her act. And yet Jo did not seem to connect me with the boy who fucked Tabatha. He was basically raping me at the end. She had her back to me and my erection was resting in the cleavage between her warm buttocks.
