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wiping with sandpaper. I looked at the moist towels, and strangely felt somewhat satisfied. I tossed them into the toilet, and grabbed a handful of toilet paper.  I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and attempted to wipe up the remaining mess. The toilet paper broke up into pieces, and rolled into little wet balls on my thighs and ass. This. Was. Ridiculous. I grabbed another handful and dabbed against myself until it was dry. I opened the stall door and began to walk back outside, feeling both embarrassed and satisfied at the same time.
    As I walked through the door from the inner restaurant into the outside, I started to walk past a table of guys my age. My nipples were still so hard that it almost hurt. My period was way too close. Hopefully Erik and I could have some crazy sex before it started. As I walked past, I heard one say, “Look at that bitch. I’d fuck the shit out of her. Sexy whore. Dude, look,” and I saw him nod his head my direction. I walked past, acting like I didn’t hear them. Just like being in a bar, people have no respect for women. Thinking it is one thing, but saying it, especially where someone can hear? That’s so far beyond inconsiderate. I stepped to the table and sat down. When I did, Erik looked a little uneasy.
    “My turn now, will you excuse me for a moment? I must go to the restroom,” he asked.
    “Sure.”
    He stood, and walked for the door. As he did, my eyes followed him. His walk, his stride, gate, swagger, whatever people call it. It was such a turn-on just to see him walk. I got lost in just watching him walk away from the table. When he was almost to the door, he stopped at the table of boys and leaned down, placed his hands on the table, and started whispering something. His whisper was harsh, but quiet, like he intended only for the boys to hear, and no one else. I strained to hear what he was saying.
    “Listen to me, you little fucks. I heard every word you said about her when she walked by. I am going to let you slide, one time, this one time. Maybe you didn’t realize she was with me…..”
    The waiter walked out and Erik stopped speaking and smiled at the waiter. I acted like I wasn’t paying attention. As the waiter dropped off our food, Erik was speaking again, but I couldn’t hear the conversation. As waiter placed the food on our table and walked away, I turned my ear back to the table of boys, and caught the end of this whispered one-sided conversation.
    “… and you’ll regret it for as long as you live. Do you understand me? I asked you both a god damned question, now fucking answer me…”
    The boys both looked up at Erik, and nodded. At the same time that they nodded, I heard them say, “Yes.” Erik then extended his hand to each of them, and with a puzzled look on their faces, they both shook his hand.  Erik lifted his hands from the table, stood, and walked through the door into the building.
    As he walked inside, I noticed my hand was covering my mouth the entire time he was talking to the rude boys. I moved it, and as I did, I could smell his cologne on my hand. I thought of what he said to those guys at the table that were talking about me, and it turned me on. I smelled my hand again. I felt the goose bumps rise in my arms.
    And I began to drip.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ERIK. In the past, the females who I had spent time with were women that I could initially see myself with for a matter of months at best. Often, they would last a few weeks to a month. Generally, it was several weeks or months before I would ever commit mentally or physically to have sex with someone. They had to convince me, through their expressed thoughts and their actions that they were capable of being in a relationship with me that was not emotional, and be capable of having sex. The thought of having someone fall in love, and then, when the relationship ended, having them mentally, physically, or spiritually hurt by the relationship