"No, stop " I said, putting my hands out in front of me to keep him from coming any closer. I was looking at everything in my room but Steve. I was embarrassed by my behavior. I hardly knew Steve, and this would not have happened if I was not drunk. The next thing I knew, he went from calm and confused to yelling at me. "Oh, I see. There is someone else," Steve said, pointing at the walls while circling the room. "Just so you know, you will never be his. He does not even know you exist, but you have someone standing here that does. I can't take this. You need to take those pictures down. You either take those pictures down, or we are done I'll see you later." Then Steve turned and headed down the hallway toward the front door. What just happened, I thought. "Steve, I'm sorry. Come back, Steve " By the time I got to the living room, he was already out the front door and gone. Just then, my stomach started to rebel, and I ran to the toilet.