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Lee pulled his car up to Denise’s town home, and set the car in park. Their expressions appeared to be shocked, as if they’d witnessed something striking. He turned off the ignition, and sighed. “Here we are.” He turned to her. Denise crossed eyes with him. Her mascara appeared runny, but she wasn’t crying anymore. “Thanks.” She sighed. “I can’t believe my fiancé was fucking around with your girlfriend.” “I was wondering why she hasn’t answered my calls.” He tapped the steering wheel. “I’d stay up and wait for her, and she wouldn’t kiss me or anything; just go to bed.” “My fiancé made excuses. What a lying son of a bitch.” She bowed her head. “I don’t feel like going inside. I just don’t want to face him.” Could he blame her? Both Lee and Denise were at a bar in Center City with co-workers when Denise entered the bathroom, and found her fiancé having sex with Lee’s girlfriend in one of the stalls. She overheard his voice, causing her to react. Her fiancé tried to explain himself, but it was over. She was too emotional to listen. As for Lee, he found out when he heard Denise cause a commotion in the bar. Then he saw his girlfriend stepping out of the bathroom fixing her skirt. When his girlfriend crossed eyes at him, she tried to lay blame on him for her reason to cheat. Lee just shut her down. Lee left otele gelen escort the bar with Denise and drove her home, but not after she threw a drink at her fiancé. He deserved it… bastard! She needed to get over what just happened, but it was hard. Could he blame her? Lee was hurt, but at least he felt there was a reason to move on. Denise, on the other hand, was engaged and she believed every lie her fiancé told her; from staying at work late to those business trips, while he brought Lee’s girlfriend along with him. Funny thing was they didn’t piece it together, because they worked in different fields. Lee didn’t feel like going home. He was strong enough to handle it, but hurt enough to sob. He offered, “I don’t feel like going home myself.” “Me neither.” She sniffed. “We could go for a drive,” he suggested, turning on the ignition. “That would be fine. Go somewhere and talk.” He shifted the car into gear and drove away from her town home. His car drove along the empty highway, while they talked about how they wanted to start all over. Lee just listened to her rant and cry. She needed to vent; she was engaged and hurt the most. She then told him to pull off at this exit, where they could park and talk. He pulled up to an empty parking balgat escort lot, just under the freeway. He turned off the ignition, and then there was silence. What could he tell her to help console her? “It’s too bad we didn’t stop at the liquor store to pick up a bottle of vodka,” Denise said. “I could really use another drink.” He looked at her, with a look of astonishment. “I wouldn’t take you to drink like that.” She looked back. “I wasn’t always this way. I’m just in the mood to forget about it.” “It’s too bad we can’t forget what we saw.” “I know.” She sighed. “At least I now know why my girlfriend didn’t want to touch me.” He leaned his head against his window. “My fiancé hasn’t touched me in almost two weeks. I was wondering why?” She wiped away the tears. “If I had known my girl was cheating on me, then I would’ve cheated on her back, but it wasn’t worth it.” She then turned to him and blurted, “You know what, it’s worth it to me. I’ve done nothing more but put up with his lies.” He waved it off, knowing she was being irrational. “Denise don’t say that. I know you don’t mean that.” Her look was one of determination. “Oh I mean it well. I agree with you, if I had known he was fucking around behind my back, I would’ve done the same elvankent escort and then dumped him.” He turned away from her and shook his head. She’ll get over it by tomorrow. “You know, it’s funny if we’re having this conversation about getting back.” She looked around her surroundings in her car. “We could just…” Lee looked at her, in disbelief of what she’d said. She was being serious! She wanted to have sex with him, right now in his car. The crazy part was that he felt pretty tempted by her. She was one hell of an attractive redhead with green eyes, and the kind of specs she was wearing were– oh my god – sexy! But he didn’t want to take advantage of her like that. She was vulnerable; who knew what Pandora’s Box he might open. As bad as he wanted to, he resisted. “Denise, you’re not thinking right. And besides…” He emphasized the meaning of how cold it was. “It’s freezing cold outside.” “Just start the car and turn on the heater,” she suggested. “Look, you and I were both hurt. You don’t want to go home. I don’t.” Lee stood silent. The thought was tempting, and he knew this could go the other way, but… “Lee?” She took off her glasses, setting them on the dashboard, and leaned in beside him while placing her hand on his lap, gently caressing it as her hand inched close to his crotch. “We’re alone. No one has to know.” The sensation of Denise’s hand on his lap aroused him. All the words and gestures she was giving clouded his judgment. He should resist the temptation, trying to find any excuse to get out of this one. “You’re right, but –” “But what?” Denise asked, this time backing anticipating what he was going to say. He shook his head.
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