Dawn comes easily this Friday morning as you have just cum too. You needed to. You’d been mad at him the previous night – or early morning – when he’d finally decided to show up. 1:30 am to be precise. You couldn’t sleep. For three weeks, this tug deep inside your heart told you something was amok. Oh and it tugged, strongly like diarrhea but flickering like a hand lamp flame. One thing though, you cannot decide whether your boyfriend of three months is already cheating or is yet to decide to cheat.