This is the continued story of my neighbor Lisa a 27 year old 5'3" blonde with beautiful blue eyes, I'm 28 years old 5'2" long red hair also with blue eyes, we bounded from the day I moved in & she offered me help with my boxes. We work-out together, went out on Saturdays bar hoping & dancing, I felt wonderful to have a friend to hang out with after moving to the Chicago to take my dream job.
That all changed when we moved in together she became controlling wanting to know where I was and what I was doing at all times. Our apartment seemed like a prison to me, she hovered, went through my phone if I was five minutes late she would explode. She moved to violence pushing me, hitting me I had to get away from her. I moved out and filed a restraining order, still traumatized, I tried to move on.
Six months had passed all I did was go to work and come home to spend my nights alone. No dates, no nights out with friends, I had even stopped loving myself. I had always loved touching, teasing, bringing myself to the brink but I just was never in the mood anymore. I decided to go to a meeting of the battered women's support group I had read about in the paperwork they gave me when I filled the restraining order.
I arrived at the meeting a little before seven, looking around at groups of women talking I saw a table with coffee and cookies. I wandered over to it pouring my self a cub. "I'm Carol" I turned and smiled seeing a tall beautiful blonde woman with dazzling green eyes. Realizing I hadn't responded, how long had it been, say something "HI, I'm Cheryle nice to meet you."
"First time?"
