Martin was telling the truth, which made it all the more unreal. I really was broken. Mature sex I moved into the center of them dancing, and their hands enveloped me. He smiled at me and opened his laptop. “I closed my eyes and swallowed hard,
“Umm, yes, this is Madilyn,” I answered. “This Saturday night, and twelve men,” Martin answered in a firm voice. “Yeah, I won’t be for long if I keep this up,” I responded. “Wait, what? The men introduced me to their girlfriends, finished their beers, and they all left the bar together. I was devastated. But to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t say I like socializing much, but my girlfriends force me to go out. I try to put what I experienced on the train out of my mind, but it’s always there, randomly popping into my thoughts.
