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stride. Marion has already visited a handful of times. As much as I hate the distraction, I like the sex and female companionship so I tolerate it as much as I can. I think I may have screwed things up though. The last time she visited was a couple weeks back and I finally revealed my condo to her. When she arrived at the condo, she was furious that I have withheld it from her for so long .
     
    “What is the meaning of this Harry? Why didn’t you tell me that you rented a condo? Is this your love nest…are you fucking someone else?”
     
    I chuckle, “That is preposterous…why the hell would I cheat on you and where would I find the time?”
     
    Before I get a chance to register what is happening, she has lunged toward me and is banging on my chest yelling, “Just tell me! Just tell me...are you fucking someone? Who is she damn it!” I attempt to push her away but one of her hands now has a firm grasp of the whole left side of my hair.
     
    I push at her again and she tightens her grip. “Shit, let go of my damned hair...NOW!” She doesn’t let up she continues to keep her hold. I push at her again while she is still hollering and pounding on me with her other fist.
     
    I decide to try another approach. I grab her around her backside, pull her into me, and plant my lips on hers to shut her up. At first, she protests and tries to bite my lip. I dart my tongue into her mouth seeking out her tongue that moments ago was busy flapping at me. I run both of my hands down to her ass and pull her into me with a force that makes her release an involuntary moan. I squeeze and massage her ass while I continue to kiss her with a force that she can’t oppose. When she finally lets go of my hair and her tense body relaxes in my arms, I abruptly push her away and put at least ten feet between us.
     
    “What the fuck possessed you to get violent with me? Who the hell do you think you are? You had better check yourself or I am done. Do you hear me?”
     
    Her face is blotchy with red spots and her wide eyes match her gaping mouth. At this moment, she is anything but the exotic beauty that gets me hard. Standing before me is an unstable young woman who I can’t imagine marrying and bearing my children someday. I turn to leave the room when I hear a rustling and look back to see she has crumpled into a pile in the middle of the floor. For her next performance, she is apparently going to sob uncontrollably on my imported Turkish rug. Instead of pandering to her, I head back to the master bedroom and lay down on the bed. Maybe I’ll give her a few minutes to collect herself, then I will decide how I am going to deal with this.
     
    I am sure it wasn’t more than five minutes and I hear a small voice from the other room, “Harry? Where are you?”
     
    Shit! I had figured she would have taken at least ten more minutes, long enough for me to shut my eyes for a catnap. Reluctantly I reply, “I’m in here.”
     
    She enters through the doorway looking like a pile of shit. “Wow, you are not doing well. What is going on with you Mare? It can’t be this.” I wave my hand through the room referring to the condo.
     
    She shakes her head but does not answer me. Instead, she begins to unbutton her blouse to reveal her tiny but sexy breasts. I feel a little stir and should be ashamed. The last thing I want to do is have sex with this girl after her outburst. She takes a few steps closer and then drops her blouse completely so she is naked on top. I watch as she turns her back to me. I hear her unzip her jeans. She moves her hips side to side while she slides the tight denims down her butt then steps out of them. She turns to face me and I enjoy the view of her wearing nothing now but a little white thong with pink hearts and a tiny red bow right where her love trail begins. I feel my body betray me as I am now rock hard. Despite her lunacy, I want her.
     
    I move back further onto my bed. She follows me and straddles my hips