I went to NYC two days before new years...
Had a horrible sickness and my grandmother flew myself, my son and a friend (We'll call him M) out to NYC to spend time with family and to be cared for... Over time, I had began to feel better, took the time to go out and see how much of NYC had changed. A lot was different, nothing was like it used to be, really, before I went into the military. It was mind blowing.. But that's not the reason for my post.

The deal:
M had a friend of their own in NYC, it seemed. Went to SVA. Wonderful artist that goes by the name name of Carly, or Stormy, depending on how one knows her. Nice girl. Meek-seeming, short, pretty. As I said, a talented artist. Apparently, she's one of those people (This coming from her own mouth, mind you) that puts out for people that she trusts. Now, this wouldn't exactly be an issue, mind you, save for the fact that she is in a relationship with a male that she says she truly loves and wishes to be married to.. Great, right? No issue, right?
Wrong.
Took her to a friend's house to hang out. Seeing as how she is a friend of M's, I wanted to possibly get to know her better, be able to talk to her and learn about her as she came with some pretty high praise. During the time Carly was at my other friend's house.. She had basically.. Closed herself off. I understand nervousness and all of that, but this was a bit ridiculous. She refused to say anything to anyone in any tone other than BORED.. And the one person she did talk to... Was M. Fine, just fine.

Deeper:
The problem is.. M feels that she is worth more than just giving out her body to just anyone (He knows of her love for bedding trusted people >.> and wanted to possibly snap her out of it. So.. M went about it in his own, strange way.

*Now, before I go on, I would like to note that I wasn't in total agreement with M's method.. It was.. Unnecessary in many ways.. But he felt it needed.*

M had began to get physically affectionate. Flirty more with body than words, you know? Long story short.. At one portion of the night, M nearly had her pants off.. In another portion of the night, her legs were wrapped around M's waist, arms around his neck.. They looked as if they were literally dry humping.. X_X All of that physical contact came to a halt when M took her aside (and mind you, he had done all of this 'feeling up' outside of public view) and let her know that she should not let such things happen. If she has no want for such contact, DO NOT LET IT HAPPEN...
Well... Miss Hunny Bunny responded with a "I have a problem resisting people that I trust." True story. No lie. She said she was uncomfortable while M was touching her, said that she did not like it but did not stop him. Not only was she not stopping M, but when M continued to ASK her if he should stop.. She never told M no.. Not even anything that hinted to a no..

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"No"
"Would you like me to stop?"
"No"

Fine, great.. Right? Apparently, hurt pride causes sudden wants to mend one's ego and go on in strange ways. Upon M telling Carly that he had no other interest in her than friendship, and as a friend, he wished her to respect herself, more.. She came back with a "I didn't want you to touch me that way." And other things that said that she was in total disagreement with what M had done.

Again, long story short: She ended the night after much a fuss and submissive pout on a good note. We, M and I, walked her back to her dorm and she even gave M a kiss. She said she understood what M was saying.. Said she appreciated M's concern, strangely showed as it was... Good, right?

Second night out with her...
It was raining pretty badly.. M had plans to meet up with Carly, again, to discuss a healthy friendship, to talk to one another and start getting to know each other better. She had sent M text messages, catty ones.. We had asked to meet Carly somewhere with over head covering, she refused. She went on to say that she can no longer respect M for what he had done. Understandable.. But not. She put herself out there and was just fine with the entire affair until she was told that nothing was going to happen with it. Now, after saying that she understands and appreciates what M was trying to say to her, trying to show to her.. She suddenly cannot respect him? She goes on about how she has lost a lot of trust. Funny funny.. I, being the person that I am, tried to encourage them to talk. M wanted to cuss her out and let her walk the hell on. Following my advice, M asked for a proper locale to meet up with her, again. She said we had to come to her. We reminded her that it was raining pretty hard. Submissive, shy thing that she is, she sent back a text saying "Are you going to let a little rain keep you from me?"

WTF is THAT?! Miss Submissive just got snippy, ya? That is when I took M's cell and began replying to her.. Woman games. Oh and she was baring her claws, she was. Shyness was gone.. There was nothing left but a nasty little game player. I was dead set that I was going to smack the hell out of her. In my female rage, I happily marched out to see her in the rain, carrying M, and another friend (We'll call him D) that we met up with along the way with me.

So we get out to the meeting place. She comes out after some time and stares at all of us in shock. She had not expected a team of people.. She thought she was just going to get M, alone.

**What sense would it make to let M wander about a strange city on his own? He's not from NYC and Carly -knows- this. That made ZERO sense.**

Well, we (M, D, Carly, and myself) began walking back to the friend we took her to hang out with, before. On the way, M asked her what it is that she had to say that caused her to send such catty texts.. She was oddly silent, glancing at myself and D and speaking very softly. Hardly a whisper tone. All in all, she had wanted to speak to M, alone.. Okay, I already said that, and did not want to get into anything in front of D and I..

Too bad, bitch.

While she continued to speak in a barely audible tone, M was getting upset.. Impatient. He began to get yell "SPEAK LOUDER, I CANNOT HEAR YOU." Funny, really. I hung back and walked behind them, more than ready to run Carly over.. I listened without interruption. I let them speak, let them go on with the motions.. She began to get snippy.. She decided to whine about not wanting to talk about anything at all. So why in the BLUE FUCK did she put out that little line "Are you going to let a little rain keep you from me?"

Hell no.. Bitch was going to talk.

::Takes a deep breath:: Well, we are walking.. We're letting her know about herself in so many ways. Letting her know that she does not have to put out. If she wants to screw, it's her body, no one can tell her no. Screw! Enjoy it, do it up! If she doesn't want to.. Then DON'T for as long as you can possibly help it. And if someone were to try and violate her wishes of not screwing, that she needed to beat the living hell out of them with everything she's got. She stops walking and begins to get loud. I immediately get loud right back at her. And then she starts to cry when the yelling doesn't work. I tell her to stop the bullshit games. I am an honorary uterus carrier. I am naturally immune to woman tricks. Rest assured, that didn't sit too well with her, at all. She turned to D, who had been mostly silent, thus far. Cried into his chest.. D comforted her, physically, and laughed while she was not looking. D is a sucker for crying women and HE didn't believe her bull.

After a time:
We continued on our way, letting all of the yelling and such die away. I suggested that we all just chill, get to know one another, and start fresh. All agreed.. SO we went on with our night. At my friend's house, she was a good bit more social. Great. Everyone was enjoying the fact that she was speaking, this time. Was taking the time to admire her artwork. She was literally the center of attention. It was wonderful.. All seemed to be going really well..

And then, a startling metamorphosis occurred:
Weed was being passed around by the blunt. After much coaxing, Carly took a few pulls.. Within no time, little Miss was as loose as a noodle. She had spent her time on M's lap and now she was occupying D's lap. She was going on as if she were a kitten on catnip. Tugging on him, climbing on him, batting at him, pawing at him. In a little while, she was all over him. Gyrating in his lap, purring at him, it was INSANE!

And then, the boyfriend calls:
So her phone dies in mid convo.. I let her use my phone to talk to him. My phone, after a time, died as well. We spent hours in my friend's house... When we finally left, Carly was boisterous.. Loose.. Had no issue with letting herself be touched and teased. D was shocked.. Especially after the display she put on earlier in the night.. We go to take the train home and we part ways. D escorted Carly home.. M and I went back to where we were staying.
I plug in my phone to charge, and after a time I turn it back on. It starts to ring. Well what do you know? It's Carly's boyfriend! He wishes to know if Carly is okay and where she was as she wasn't home as of yet. I told him that we escorted her home, and her cell was dead. Told him that she left us saying that she was going to do some work on some sketches.. Made no mention of D. And then the boyfriend starts to talk about Carly's ho behavior. I did the best I could. I told him that Carly showed no slut behavior while in my company.. Told him that she was a bit stand offish.. But nothing more. Said that she spoke about him, a lot, and that I had seen the sketches she did of him. That eased it up a bit..

I will continue this, later.. I have no want to continue typing when I am so fucking angry.. And this blog is already long as all hell.