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Tears sprung to Sally's eyes. “I... can't believe you would betray me like this.”

Desmond averted his eyes. “A Jamaican man with several women is nothing new, Sally. Besides, you kind of started this. Maybe Mike can bring you some comfort...”

“So that's what this is about? Desmond So what if I like both of you. You're the one I let fuck me.” There was a long uncomfortable silence. “You know, maybe that was the real mistake.”

As Sally turned to go, Desmond grabbed her arm. “Wait,” he cried. “You... really didn't sleep with Mike?”

Sally glanced at his large and still erect penis and sighed, “No, Desmond, I didn't. But maybe I should have... Goodbye.”

With that, she left, leaving Desmond to contend with his torrential thoughts.

Chapter 8

“Hurry up and put it in your mouth.” Sally snapped out of her daydream to find Gloria and Sandra staring at her.

“Hurry, before it melts,” Gloria repeated, staring at the ice cream that was melting in Sally's hand. She and Sandra then watched as Sally tried to rescue the avalanching Pistachio cream.

“Saved,” said Sally as she devoured the side of the ice cream.

“If you say so,” replied Sandra. “What's going on in that head of yours? Are you okay?”

Sally nodded her head wearily, “I'm fine. Maybe just a little bit home sick...”

“Is this about you moving back to the United Kingdom?” Sandra inquired.

“It's not. And don't make it sound so definite. I still haven't made up my mind.”

“True. But we'd hate to see you leave. At the very least let us set you up with a nice booty call before you go.” All three ladies laughed.

“Thanks. But I've kind of already had my share since I've been here.” These words sent Gloria and Sandra into a frenzy.

“Well, who is he?” Gloria burst out. “Is he someone we know? Tell us every detail!”

Sally smirked. “I can't get into that just yet. But trust me, if I do decide to move back home, I'll definitely spill the beans before I go.”

“We're going to hold you to that,” Sandra smiled.

*

When Sally got home she decided to shower. While the shower drenched her naked body with warm water, Sally could have sworn she heard something click inside the living room. It must be the air conditioner, she thought. Finished her shower, she shuffled into the bedroom and wrapped herself in a pink robe.

Sally moved through the room humming a nice little English tune from her childhood. She took no notice of the figure that was watching her waltz around. Finally, she heard someone clear their throat. Sally turned swiftly in fright, screaming, “Who’s there?”

“Calm down, Sally, it’s okay,” came the reply.

“Desmond? What are you doing here?”

He shrugged. “If you can come into my house unannounced, then surely I can do the same. And before you say we should take back our keys, let me just say, I'm just here to apologize and set things right.” Desmond held up his hands in surrender.

Sally, who knew Desmond well enough to know that he meant well, tried to steady herself and her runaway heart. “I don't think I'm ready, Desmond. Don't piss me off with insincere gestures. For your well being and mine, just go home.”

“Not until you hear my solution.”

Sally sighed, holding up the towel, “Which is?”

“I'll get to that. But first I just want to say... I'm sorry. I mean it. I crossed the line, and for that, I am truly, deeply sorry.”

Sally gauged the authenticity of his apology and decided she wasn't going to make this easy for him.

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