I didn't want to go to Staten Island.  I didn't feel I had a choice.  Jennifer was a better game player than I was and any choice that was mine, she had successfully eliminated.  I realized this on my way to her house and the closer I got to her humble home, the angrier I grew.  By the time I parked the car, however; I had decided to play into her hands.

 

    Jennifer opened the door.  I walked into the house and put my arms around her.  I kissed her long and hard and held her for a moment.

 

    "God, how I've missed you," I said.

 

    "You did?"

 

    "Uh-huh."

 

    "You're not angry?"

 

    "I think I love you too much to be angry."

 

    We kissed again, only this time it was her doing.

 

    "Let's go into the bedroom," I said and I let her lead me in.  She sat up on the bed and I sat on the edge.  I was being very affectionate.

 

    "Actually, I couldn't be happier," I said.  "Your being pregnant has opened my eyes."

 

    "I love you," she said and we were kissing again.  We kissed on the mouth and then I kissed her on the neck.  I slowly undid the buttons of her shirt and kissed her all over her belly.  I slid off her braugh and worked long and lovingly on her breasts.  She kept wanting to say something, but every time she opened her mouth, I covered it with mine.  I had a feeling about what she was going to say and while I didn't think she would be so easy to snow, there was no way she was saying anything until I had her completely undressed.

 

    "Please," she said as I began to partake in her favorite pass time.

 

    "What?"

 

    "Promise me you won't hate me."

 

    "I could never hate someone I love so much, Jennifer."

 

    "I lied.  I just said I was pregnant to get you over here."

 

    "I knew that," I said and kissed her again.  "I'm glad you did it."

 

    "I love you, Ben," she said.  "I really love you."

 

    I bent forward and kissed her down to her thighs.  I teased her; taunted her and then I stood up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom door.

 

    "What are you doing?"

 

    I stopped, turned around and looked at her.  "Do you still have that vibrator I bought you?"

 

    She grinned.  "You know I do."

 

    "Good," I said.  "Now you can go **** yourself with it."

 

    I left.

 

    It was the cruelest thing I ever did to anyone, but it had to end.  I was never going to be the person she wanted to make of me.  If it couldn't end with love, then it was going to end with hate.  I was really beginning to hate the girl.  I intended to make her feel the same.