Jake tormented himself with endless ruminations and doubts, always going back to that fateful night, puzzling over the few words he remembered her saying, finding meaning in them at times but making little sense of them mostly. He felt briefly happy when he imagined that she actually did care about him, then he despaired when he couldn't believe she would accept his love, cursing himself for a fool because he was just deluding himself into thinking that maybe someday she would love him the way he loved her.

On top of it all, he was perpetually obsessed by mental images of Jess's big heavy tits, her long shapely legs, her...