As I gazed through the rain stained taxi window, at the dimly lit streets of Bangkok, the shuttered shop windows could not pass quickly enough. My mind was distracted and my eyes were in no mood to rest on anything. So they hopped manically from my watch, to the window, to my phone. My thoughts were immovably fixed on a hotel bedroom, but I knew not where.

Somewhere out there, in the forest of hotels that clutter the area called Sukhumvit, was the girl I loved, and the taxi was taking me ever further from her and ever closer to the loneliness of my apartment. Yet she was not alone in the hotel room, for my sweet teenage Asian girlfriend was at that very moment in the arms of an arrogant, beast like man we both disliked, or at least I thought she did. And it was entirely my fault.

My emotions swung wildly between hurt, regret, jealousy and overwhelmingly, intense arousal. None of which are easy to deal with sitting in the back of a taxi. Yet I had no one to blame, it was me that accessed her email account and set up their meeting, it was me that encouraged her to go to meet him and it was me that encouraged him to be open about his sexual desire for her. The Achilles Heel to my plan was that neither of them had absolutely any idea that I had been emailing them, pretending to be the other. I knew what thin ice my deceit lay buried under, and I didn’t know what I would do if the ice broke.

All the way back in the taxi I kept asking myself why I had set my innocent teenage girlfriend up with this arrogant man. Why had I massaged what had been an innocent working relationship between boss and employee at her schools summer camp into a sexual rendezvous? In truth I had always felt that beneath their stated lack of attraction for each other, lay sexual desires. Yet I had not expected them to explode as they had done and result in them heading back to his hotel room, but they were.

My reason lay, aching for attention, in my shorts. As much as I hated the thought of him, Jerry, having my sweet girlfriend, it aroused me with an intensity I had not known before. The moment I saw them share their first sensual kiss in the disco, the moment I saw his hand publicly placed on her bottom and the moment I saw them climb into a taxi together to go to his hotel, I had nearly climaxed. Now I was desperate to return to the privacy of my apartment, for there I could, as promised, listen to them and enjoy myself as I listened. I hadn’t satisfied May for many weeks and I sensed Jerry was about to give her the best fucking she had ever had and I wanted him to.

As I urged the taxi to hurry, several streets away, my girlfriend was pressed up against the door of his hotel room by that white beast of a man, Jerry. Their lips met lustfully and noisily. Jerry’s tongue plunging into my girlfriend’s eager mouth, her hands wrapping around his neck, his hands sliding powerfully up over her body. In the privacy of the hotel room May felt the full force of his pent up passion from the years of waiting he had endured to kiss her. Their lips parted only to gasp each other’s name as Jerry kissed my girlfriend with a greater intensity of lust than she had ever felt.

Holding her chin with one hand, his eyes glared into her and forbade hers to look anywhere other than his. But her eyes didn’t want to stray from his, peering up hopefully as his other hand slid down to explore her. She searched his eyes for his approval, his acknowledgment that her body met his expectations, as his hand roamed freely over her, then dipped under the back of her short grey skirt and squeezed her pantie clad ass.

Staring wildly into her eyes with gritted teeth, Jerry explored the exquisite firmness of her ass with his hands. He had looked at it longingly so many times during summer camp and assured himself it was unavailable, but now only the thin pink cotton of her panties prevented him from seeing it and spanking it.

‘You have one hell of a sexy ass May,’ Jerry panted.

‘Thank you,’ she sighed, staring up docilely into his lust filled eyes.

She had been aroused as they kissed in the disco and now again her body readied for his touch, his cock, moistening where she wanted his fingers most. She glanced down, at his strong body pressing against hers, but his hand lifted her chin back up wanting to read his every touch in her innocent eyes. His hand flattened, moving up over her young body, groping over the bulge of her perky Asian tits under her white top. Grinning with expectation he reached underneath, but as he began to lift her top, she quickly gripped it.

‘Jerry,’ she whined, ’sorry but they aren’t big.’

He smiled, ‘I noticed them every day in your bikini top. That’s fine, I like small, brown tits.’

The increasingly wild look in his bulging eyes was beginning to scare her as his hand gently unpicked her grip. He hoisted her top up, over her arms and off, throwing it over his shoulder. His eyes dropped to her pink, lace fronted bra and as much as he aroused her, he scared her. She had never been undressed in such a forceful and demanding way and his eyes betrayed that he was not going to stop until he had her fully naked.

Again, as she tried to look down to see his hairy white hand stroking over the fragile lace that hid her tits from his eyes, he lifted her chin back up. Unable to see, she felt his hands ease her back away from the hard wooden door and begin to unclip her bra. Suddenly, it was open and off. Immediately feeling the anxiety of exposure to unfamiliar eyes, my girlfriend hurriedly covered her tits. I was at that moment the only white man to have seen her lovely Thai tits, but as his strong hands eased hers away, Jerry became the second.

His hands released hers until they hung helplessly by her sides. Forced to display her perky little Asian tits to him, May was overcome with shyness. She felt his rough skinned fingers brush over her nipples and felt them betray her arousal, hardening under his fingertips. He smiled as his hands cupped them, smoothed over them then bounced them gently.

‘I like your tits May, they are cute. Do they bounce when you fuck?’

The coarseness of his words shocked her, increasing the division she had begun to feel between arousal and guilt in letting this man, whom she had never liked, see and grope her tits. As part of her felt relief at his approval, a growing part of her, fuelled by the absence of romance, felt an urgency to cover herself. She didn’t answer.

‘Show me,’ Jerry ordered, stepping back. ‘Jump up and down for me.’

My girlfriend didn’t move, locked in place by her shyness, his fierce eyes on her tits and hard nipples. He repeated his order with a sternness that swept away her indecision. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, May obeyed, jumping embarrassedly in front of him as he laughed.

‘Wow they are so firm, aren’t they?’ He grinned.

Suddenly, she felt herself slammed back to the door behind her, his teeth sinking into the firm flesh of her tits and she gasped as his mouth sucked her nipples noisily into his mouth. Jerry, panting, raised his eyes to hers and saw in them her pleasure. Suddenly all his previous pretense at niceness evaporated instantly and the beast within him was truly unveiled.

I burst through my apartment door, panting with frustration and tore my clothes off until I sat naked. Masturbation in the alley had not dimmed my arousal, and I was shaking with nervous excitement. All the fantasies that had peppered my thoughts about them were now, right now, being realized. I took a deep breath and called her. It took several attempts before it was answered.

Jerry stared down at the noise of her phone ringing coming from her handbag with frustration.

‘Do you need to answer it?’

She nodded. ‘It might be my parents.’ He grinned at the thought of kissing her body while she spoke to her parents and handed her the phone.

‘May, what are you doing?’ I asked, stroking my cock.

‘Kissing…’ she answered vaguely.

‘Tell me more,’ I sighed, my hand wanking quickly. ‘Are you kissing him?’

‘He is kissing…’ she gasped, ‘he is kissing my body.’

Never had she said anything to me before that aroused me as much as those words did. Jerry, the white beast, was ravishing my girlfriend’s little Asian body. Then I heard it. His growl of lust, his growling bestial kisses on my girlfriend’s tits. Her little gasps of shock and pleasure as her white summer camp boss bit her perky tits. I gasped too and spurted my cum all over my living room carpet as I put the phone down.

Jerry thrust his mouth forcefully onto her tits, biting and sucking wildly. May squealed, recoiling from the suddenness, the harshness of his bites. Uncaring of her squeals, or aroused by them, he seemed to be trying to get as much of her tits into his mouth as he could before releasing her nipples through gritted teeth. Her little body jerked with shock and fleeting pain, but she tried to stay still, offering her Asian tits to his growling mouth.

Again her hitherto untested desire to submit to this dominant white man competed with her sense of wrongness at who he was and that he wasn’t me. Yet the furiousness of his lust gave her no time to decide and her inherent submissiveness was excited by his strength and his arrogant confidence. He pulled her away from the door, sucking and biting from her tits to her neck as he did, then he pushed her back again and faced her.

My girlfriend stared up with fear and submission at the beast, her tits wet and dotted with teeth marks. For years had she dreamt of being treated in such a way by a white man, yet now the actuality of reality, was filling her with regret at a greater pace than her desire to submit. Jerry’s hands dropped and went under the front of her little grey skirt. She felt his hands on her thighs as they gripped the elastic of her panties.

As the beast glowered down into her frightened face, the wrongness of what she was letting him do overcame her desire to submit. Her shyness rose up, her morality and her strict traditional upbringing swayed her mind and she suddenly reached out and gripped his wrists.

‘No, wait,’ she sighed uncertainly.

‘Don’t play games with me! You have told me what you want.’

His hands pushed sharply down and with them went her panties. May squealed as she felt her panties yanked down to her thighs, but it was too late. Suddenly she felt his hand pushing her thighs open and as he gave a triumphant growl she felt his finger roughly push up inside her. She stood on tiptoes, straining to minimize the rough thrust of his finger, but the more she tried to free herself, the harder his finger pushed.

Impaled on his rough white finger, my girlfriend writhed and clutched at him, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth panting with shock.

‘You’ve such a tight Asian pussy haven’t you?’ He growled into her ear, biting her neck. ‘I know what you need up here don’t worry.’

Jerry released her and gripping her forearm pulled her across to the sofa. With her panties rolled down to her thighs, May stumbled until he sat down and hauled her little body effortlessly face down across his powerful thighs. Her head hung down, her long hair brushing the floor as she lay with her bared tits squashed into his thick thighs. She knew what he was going to do and she knew now she could not resist it.

She thought of all those mornings in summer camp when she was deciding what to wear for the day ahead and as she had pulled on her teasingly tight leggings for her dance class she recalled how she had wondered if Jerry would notice and what he would see if he did. She had looked over her shoulder in the mirror to check what view he would have of her bottom. How she had prevaricated before wearing a bikini in front of him, but she assured herself she was safe, he could only look.

He did not know how embarrassed May was for fantasizing about being spanked by him and how she had tried to deny it to herself and me. Yet now, draped helplessly over his lap, she could no longer hide from her desires and she submitted to them and him. She had yearned to be spanked by this strong, arrogant white man and she consoled herself with the knowledge that her secret thoughts were far from unusual amongst the Thai girls that worked for him.

Now the beast had her, now he was going to more than just look and now she would pay for her childish teasing. Lying prone across his lap, May waited for the punishment she sensed she deserved and now wanted. She felt her skirt raised and his growled approval as her pretty little Asian bottom was finally and fully revealed to his eager eyes. He disdainfully tugged her panties further down her legs.

Jerry’s hand groped roughly over her pert bottom, then slapped hard across the back of her young thighs. The shock and force of his slap made her cry out and her head jerked up. Jerry tightened his grip of her; he wasn’t letting this little teasing Thai go until he had fully sated his hunger to spank her and his hand quickly smacked each of her firm little cheeks. Suddenly her discarded phone rang again on the floor. He allowed her to stretch for it, but when she saw the number calling she put it back down.

I could not resist calling her; I had to know what the girl I loved was doing with the man I hated. Finally after three unanswered calls it connected. There was no reply. Then I heard the unmistakably loud slap of a heavy hand on a ripe bottom and the loud yelp that burst from her lips. I didn’t need her ask what was happening. Soft pants followed as she waited, then another loud smack and cry as his big white hand spanked her pert young Asian ass. I couldn’t hear his words, but I could hear her sighing into the phone.

‘I love you so much May,’ I shouted, wanking again furiously. Another loud smack was followed by another loud squeal and I pictured him spanking her. I knew now beyond doubt that my girlfriend had submitted fully to him and for the third time that evening, as she yelped again, my cock jerked cum onto the floor of my apartment.

With her head hanging down, May bit her lip, her face creased in that special stinging pleasure that only being spanked can bring. Her resistance capitulated and as his slapping white hand rained down onto her little Asian ass, she yelped and squealed and obeyed his orders to keep lifting her hips for the next smack.

The stinging sensation tingled through her body as Jerry spanked the shyness out of her. When the force of his smacks parted her legs, she made no attempt to close them, acutely aware of the view he now enjoyed of her sweet oriental pussy. Immediately Jerry’s rough hand pushed up between her thighs and with a cry of victory, groped my girlfriend’s wet pussy then tipped her brusquely onto the floor.

‘Open those legs and show me your Thai pussy!’ he ordered sternly, kneeling over her.

May rolled onto her back, but before she had a chance to comply, Jerry grasped her thighs and roughly yanked them open, fully open. She gasped shyly, then squealed as the white beast gripped her calves and forced them back and open, her tight Asian cunt and ass obscenely exposed to his lust crazed eyes.

‘Oh yeh what a pretty lil pussy you’ve got,’ he sneered.

Suddenly his head thrust between her open thighs, forcing them wider as she felt his mouth loudly suck on her wet pussy lips. Only once had I sucked her pussy and never as wildly as he did that night.

May loved his sucking lips and gently biting teeth and submitted, throwing her arms back and surrendering her little brown body to the white beast. His roughness startled her and excited her as he noisily feasted on her little Thai pussy.

His mouth roamed freely over her young brown body biting, sucking and licking noisily. He rolled her over, pulled her legs open, pushed her knees back, forced her over a cushion and wrenched her firm ass cheeks open. The positions became a blur, May was only aware of his overpowering strength, his biting teeth and sucking lips, one moment sucking between her legs and the next biting her ass.

Each new position offered new heights of shameful exposure of which she could do nothing about. Humiliation welled up in her at her utter helplessness at the positions he forced her into, mocking the innocence of her traditional background as he pulled her pussy lips open. The intensity of the feeling overpowered the regret she felt at allowing this man to see her nakedness so brutally exposed. To her surprise, it aroused her and she felt herself being forced towards a climax.

Suddenly he ripped his shirt off and pulled her face to his hairy chest. The hairs tickled her face as she kissed, as he rubbed her face all over his body, telling her where to kiss. He didn’t need to; May had wanted to kiss his chest all evening and kissed hurriedly, aware she was only moments away from finally seeing his big white cock. She had felt it pushing against her skirt when he pinned her up against the door and now she was hungry to see it.

Jerry slowed her kisses down; he wanted her to earn the right to see his dick. Her kisses became loving licks, her tongue flattened and slid across his sweat stained chest. Every sensual kiss gained a murmured growl of approval from him and a sigh of pleasure from my girlfriend as her sensuous lips caressed the tensed muscles in his chest and stomach. Jerry’s hand, holding a fistful of her long silky hair, guided her over his bared chest, ever nearer to his bulging cock. Then he thrust her face at his groin, forcing her to kneel in front of him.

May knelt before him, feeling relieved that finally she could openly stare at the fierce bulge in his trousers. He placed his hands on his hips and waited. She tentatively stroked the bulge with her little hands and its size and its ferocious hardness scared her. Her fingers timidly tightened around the hard, thick stem.

‘How can it be so big?’ She sighed, unable to move her eyes from the threatening bulge.

‘Have you sucked white dick before?’ He growled.

May nodded, without telling him the answer was only one mans, mine. Her fingers gripped the zip of his trousers and began to tug it down.

‘You are gonna beg to suck my white dick you little Thai slut.’

May looked up at him, but where she felt confusion, he saw submission.

‘You have wanted to suck my white dick for years haven’t you?’ He growled, waiting for her to beg.

Her fingers paused on his zip, why was he speaking to her like this?

‘You little slut, how many white dicks have you sucked?’ Oblivious, to her sudden angst, Jerry pushed down his trousers and revealed his bulging underpants to her face. He gripped her hair and pulled her face into the hard bulge.

‘Suck my dick, May!’ he ordered sternly.

She pushed back against the hand that held her head, unpicking his fingers from her hair. He tried to tighten his grip, but she wriggled free and grasping her t shirt, held it in front of her.

‘What’s up?’ he panted, advancing to where she knelt.

May backed away, riven by confusion, until she sat on the sofa. Jerry effortlessly hauled her to her feet and reaching behind her, slapped her sore little Thai ass. She squealed and tried to wrestle free from his grasping hand that held her wrist. Jerry pulled her roughly to him, holding her from behind and his hand slid down her body. He shoved his hand between her thighs and drilled his finger into her tight little cunt. She pushed him back and held her hand up to placate his lust.

‘Stop, please!’ she gasped. ‘Why are saying this?’

‘It’s what you want, isn’t it?’ He grinned, enjoying the twists of the game, recalling all the crudities in her emails, of which she was oblivious. May backed away shaking her head as tears welled in her eyes.

‘Why are you crying? This is what you said you wanted in your emails.’

She looked up, her confusion growing. ‘What emails?’

And it all came out. Jerry opened his laptop and showed her what had been written in her name as she shook her head with confusion. Instantly, the sudden confusion, the knowledge that someone had deceived them, punctured their lust. He sat silently as May dressed, sobbing with shame, as Jerry furiously checked details of the sender. Then he showed her the photos that had been sent. Immediately May knew it was me and her shame turned instantly to fury.

I sat back panting, then opened my laptop and studied the photo he had sent me. His hard cock filled my screen; the cock that I knew by now must be inside my girlfriend’s mouth. My arousal, which had suppressed my jealousy, had finally subsided and now there was little to keep my anger in check. I washed, dressed and called again. It had been switched off.

That wasn’t the arrangement. What the fuck was he doing? What had I done allowing my innocent girlfriend to be snared in the lair of this lust crazed beast? With my arousal sated, anger and jealousy consumed me.

I rushed out of my apartment, hailed a taxi and stared at the phone the entire journey, he had gone too far and I wanted her back. I knew not of course where I was going, but I didn’t care. I was furious with him for hurting the girl I loved, furious with her for turning her phone off and furious with myself. Again and again the recorded voice mocked my attempts to call her by reminding me it was switched off until suddenly, it was answered silently.

‘May? Is that you?’

‘Yes.’ Her voice sounded fearful.

‘Where are you? Which hotel? Tell me!’

‘I’m at your apartment,’ she muttered in a shaky, broken voice. Damn, I had clearly just missed her.

‘Oh…are you okay?’ It wrong footed my emotions, but my anger was beyond recall.

Unknowingly feeding that anger, she turned the phone off again. If the driver had not already thought me deranged, he surely did now as I urged him to hurry back to my apartment. My anger continued to build all the way back to my apartment, mixed with uncertainty over what or who, I would find when I got there. Relief she was safe had not dimmed my irrational fury. I flung the door open and there she was in the bedroom, her back to me.

‘What the fuck have you been doing? Why did you turn the phone off?’ I shouted.

She didn’t answer and as I reached her she stayed still, her head bowed and hidden by her hair. I lifted her hair and instantly my fury evaporated. Tears had streamed from her innocent, still wet eyes, her pretty face was set with pent up rage, and I knew what had happened.

‘How can you do that to me?’ She sobbed.

I had no answer, none at all. Then I saw what she was doing. Her bag was on the bed and she was stuffing her clothes into it, not just the ones she had brought, but all the clothes she had left in my apartment, every trace of her was being removed.

‘No! Please May, I am sorry!’ I sank to the floor, overcome with the turbulent emotions of the night. Of all the outcomes that night could have resulted in, this had not been in my most fearful dreams. I tried to cling to her leg, but she pulled her leg away. I wanted her to hit me, to feel her anger and be an outlet for its’ release, anything, to keep her.

She turned back to packing her bag, with even greater determination. From beneath I looked up under the back of her short, grey skirt at her pink panties that moments earlier Jerry had yanked off her. Then I saw them. Angry red smack marks stained the top of her thighs. I reached to feel her cheeks and felt how hot they were, her body jerking away from me as she felt my touch.

‘You want men to treat me like that do you? To call me names like that? Is that what you think of me?’ Her anger flowed in a torrent of words. Her innate submissive nature flipped and fuelled by her anger to one of dominance towards me.

‘What did he do to you?’ I asked meekly, undressing myself as I did, accepting and encouraging her sudden new position in our relationship.

Her gentle sobs prevented her answer, but she did not stop me lifting the back of her skirt and seeing for myself the marks his hand had made on her pert Asian ass. Neither did she stop me gently tugging down her panties or turning her to face me. I was gentle, aware that her trembling anger may erupt any moment as I eased my head up, under the front of her skirt.

Yet as my face neared her shaven pussy, an unfamiliar smell stopped me. At first I could not understand why her pussy smelt of cigarette smoke then I realized that he must have licked her pussy moments before. I stared in renewed wonder at her tight, brown slit. Her cunt lips so sweet, so hidden from the world and so perfectly formed and now so erotically tainted by the mark of the beast.

The smell of his presence, his victory, repulsed me and intoxicated me. The beast had feasted on my girlfriend’s sweet Asian cunt and having taken his fill, left it for me to follow him.

‘Did he lick your pussy May?’

‘Yes,’ she replied sternly, looking down at me without any trace of love then sitting on the bed. She was in no mood for niceties to me. ‘Go on, lick me where he did.’ She opened her legs, bringing her feet onto the edge of the bed.

My face hovered inches from her beautiful, freshly licked cunt and never before had I wanted to lick her so much. May’s little hand grasped my head and pulled my face between her thighs. She moved my face around, ordering me to lick where he had, asking me if I could taste his presence. I could and was intensely aroused as my tongue slithered wildly over her thighs, her cunt and her ass. I worshipped every centimeter that he had licked or kissed and wanked my soft cock furiously as I did.

‘Did he make you climax May?’ I panted.

‘Don’t ask me.’

I sighed and came for the fourth time on the floor. May peered down at the mess I had made then pulled my face back between her thighs, tightening her grip of my hair. Her anger fuelled words flowed out and I took them, my punishment. I knew my inability to dominate her in the way she needed had led to this, to all of this. My only response was to apologise and lick. The moment I paused, she pulled my face back down again.

I was vaguely aware daylight was now illuminating our window as May sat forcefully on my face, her little brown cunt squashed onto my dampened face. My nose bathed in the aroma of cigarettes, his licking of the pussy of the girl I loved rammed into my face. My tongue licked up, anywhere, everywhere and my licks were punctuated by sudden, violent downward thrusts of her hips.

I pulled at my soft cock, as May watched then turned, leaning forward to give my tongue greater access to the asshole I had licked so lovingly hours before. As my tongue probed as deep inside as it could, she told me how he hand licked her ass moments before, only better. I gasped and sighed and told her how much I loved her, offering my tongue for her use, but it was not pleasure she wanted. My hand wanked frantically on my tired cock and as she mocked its inability to get hard I came yet again. She stood, showered and I as lay in despair on the bed, she left.

It was hours before I moved and when I did I noticed the note on the table immediately. It read simply, ‘Why did you do that to me? I did love you. Goodbye and good luck, May.’ I broke down in tears.

At some point in the night, for it was dark when I gained strength to move again, I opened my email account in the futile hope that she had emailed me. She hadn’t, but Jerry had. Amongst the fury driven expletives, he ordered me to send her back that evening so he could fuck her. It at least told me that she had not gone to meet him, but the relief was a mere chink of light in the darkest of days.

Days without contact became weeks, but I remained in contact with Jerry who, having returned to Hong Kong, was also wondering where she was. Eventually his anger calmed and he enjoyed boastfully telling me May had been urging him to take her to his hotel after their passionate kisses in the disco. He told me how he loved the taste of her tight Thai cunt and how wet she became when he spanked her. He wanted more and pleaded with me to share her with him again. But May was no longer mine to share.

Then, after three weeks, when I assumed I would not hear from him again and worried I would not hear from her again, I received an email from Jerry with an attachment. When I opened it, I stared in horror. The attachment was a photo, taken that evening, of Jerry holding May in a hotel room. The text said, ‘Now you can’t stop me fucking your girlfriend.’ He was right, I couldn’t.

My eyes scoured the photo of them. May was wearing clothes that I had never seen her wear before and I knew she had bought them to wear for him. Her chosen clothes gave no doubt about what she wanted. My girlfriend wore the tiniest black skirt imaginable and an orange top, an outfit that screamed ‘please fuck me Jerry.’

Her face was buried shyly into his body whilst Jerry gloated at the camera, at me and at the friends he would surely show. His face wore an expression that was part disbelief that the cute little Thai girl he had craved had presented herself to him in such an outfit and partly of impatience, one who couldn’t wait to strip her and enjoy her. I knew the photo would circulate around his friends, boasting how he fucked the pretty young traditional Thai girl from his summer camp. Her usual conservatism in dress would be mockingly stripped away as Jerry would tell all his friends exactly what she looked like naked and what my girlfriend enjoys sexually.

I wanked slowly unable to move my eyes from staring at the way his one arm completely held her tiny Asian body. The way she clung to him, both her arms wrapped submissively around his strong body. My eyes kept returning to the tiny black skirt. There was no doubt in my mind that she had dressed to show how much she wanted his dick and his domination. I came looking at the photograph of them, knowing that it was happening and there was nothing now I could do.

I did not sleep that night, my mind torn between arousal and fear that she had left me for him. In the morning another email arrived with another photograph of them together. The beasts’ boast was clear, they had spent the night together and he had fucked my sweet little Asian girlfriend.

May will write the next part and will confess everything that happened in the room with him that night.