d**k queasy
You ought to remain, Rebecca. Rushing off right now is not a smart idea, Mary advises.
I say to each of them, "You hardly know me, and all of a sudden you believe you know what's best for me? It doesn't make you my guardians or, for that matter, my employer just because we had some enjoyable s*x.
I rush out of their office and slam the door behind me as I enter my room. I pack all of our possessions into bags, much to my astonishment and relief, and neither of them so much as knock. Perhaps Mark and Mary really believe they are being protective, but the way in which they are protecting seems rather heavy-handed. What authority do they have to direct me?
We don't even have a formal relationship; none of them are my boyfriends. However, even if we were married, I wouldn't all
