<div class="floatright">(https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_08_2008/post-10489-1218750641.jpg)</div>The fact that these two people made the effort to come find me calmed me down. If they were angry or scared, they'd have called the police but they hadn't. By now I felt that despite it looking like sheer arogance, Marlon really was so sure of himself. It wasn't fake or made. It was confident of his own abilities.<br/><br/>He hit the nail on the head. I never talked to anybody about what happened and those emotions boiled over from time to time. Usually I could see them coming or feel them and I'd be at home or in the workshop, safely being able to retreat myself and let the beast rage inside until it was tired enough to go back to it's lair. This time though, I<em>hadn't</em>felt it coming. It snuck up on me, triggered by the beautifully sensual woman I was with.<br/><br/>I take deep breath and close my eyes as I feel Dani's fingers in my neck and Marlon's lips close to my ears.<br/><br/>Nobody I knew would be teasing a woman whom he'd just basically called a potential murderer. Especially not what that person had just nearly raped his girlfriend. The man was insane. Or, as established before, very sure of himself. I feel those heavenly fingers slide down my chest, my stomach and come to rest on my jeans. She is skilled with buttons, more than I was and much quicker than I did it myself, she has them open. My lack of ass causes them to fall to the floor.<br/><br/>Slowly my breathing slows down and I realise that in the few moments I've been losing it, I've become hot and sweaty and a bit tired. Instinctively I grind my hips against Dani's fingers and look at both of them.<br/><br/>"I want to be here."<br/><br/>I step away from the punch bag and look at Dani. Radiant, vibrant, in control. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug, kissing her neck and making sure that a, I feel her breasts against mine and b, I make her feel some of my body heat.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."<br/><br/>It's a soft whisper but it comes from the bottom of my heart. My shit is my shit. I should never, ever, take it out on others. Slowly I let go and resist the urge to kiss Dani on the lips. I turn to Marlon, hug him and kiss him on the cheek.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I.. I feel welcome here. It feels good."