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Is she really thinking of selling her stocks in Pacifica and leaving?

That's it – we fucked and it's screith her mind

She's one of those women who doesn't fuck around She only has serious relationships – hasn't she told me that for years? Yet, she fucked me

Now she regrets it It's not in her to just have casual sex with someone – even someone she really likes I've always known that

What the fuck was I thinking, breaching that divide between us that kept us professional?

I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too

India and Pacifica have always gone hand in hand for ether, preferably I thought I could have them both

I hope I wasn't wrong

I don't want to go back to my apartment alone, so I call up my old friend Dan from the Army and invite him for a drink He's only too happy todown in South America one year He's a wild man and loves the adrenaline rush as much as I do

We meet at a local bar just down the block from where I live

He looks just the sa fucker with a head of jet black hair and bulging muscles under a white t-shirt and jeans

We clasp hands and hug briefly before sitting down at the bar and catching up on e've both been up to

"I know Pacifica's doing well," Dan says after a long pull on his draft beer "I saw souys"

"It is doing well," I say, and tell him about our recent contracts with the Defense Department As for Dan, he's a consultant in a security co his own business

"So, what about that pretty CTO of yours?" he asks me "India? Is she still there?"