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In this sequel to "A Tale of Hidden Feelings," you now have your own place, and you invite me over after I had a massive fight with my husband. We sit and talk for a while, and you mention that you actually canceled a date with another woman just to be there for me tonight—though I remain completely oblivious to the fact that you have deep romantic feelings for me. Later on, we are just flipping through movies when we land on a movie I like, and we watch it together. The atmosphere triggers a vivid dream sequence where we reenact the famous "draw me like one of your French girls" scene from Titanic. In this fantasy, I pose nude for you, doing a few different artistic poses while you sketch me. The heat turns up as the fantasy shifts, and I drop to my knees to suck your dick, telling you exactly how I know you think about me when you jerk off. We move to the bed where I ride you cowgirl, the camera focused intensely on my face as we look into each other's eyes, and I whisper about how you think of me even when you're with other women. Suddenly, the fantasy snaps back to reality. It is now morning, and I am waking you up. I tell you that my husband called and apologized, so I am heading back home. I am totally unaware of what you were dreaming about, and I still have no idea about your true feelings for me…