When she stopped crying, she got some tissues, leaned back in the bed, head resting on the pillows and blew her nose, got some fresh ones and wiped he... eyes then gripped the tissues tightly in her hand. “Sorry,” she said. “I lost it, I really lost it last night didn‘t I? I hurt you. I could have done you damage and myself as well. I lost control, I’m sorry, really sorry.” “It was a joint effort,” I said. “We both lost it and we both forgot the key word, “No”. We got carried away and I could. She told me she was alone in the house, and her parents were away. When I arrived, she let me in. After a few drinks we started making out on the floor in her living room. Dottie was on top of me. As we were making out, I was unfastening her bra. I started to feel her up when she suddenly jumped up and claimed, “I have to go to the bathroom.” When she came out from the restroom, she said to me “You undid my bra. I didn’t even feel it.” That is when she wanted to talk. I thought here we. " No answer. Maybe she was taking a nap. I carried my suitcase into the bedroom and stopped dead at the sight in front of me. What are you supposed to do when you walk into your bedroom after a two-day absence and find it looking like a whorehouse? A pair of high heels lying on the floor with a pair of black lace panties draped across the toe of one - panties with a thin white crust on the crotch band; an open box of condoms on the bedside table and three used condoms tied off and thrown into. The doctor walked in a moment later and scanned the room. "Damnit to hell! Keep searching there has to be something here to find him" Natasha walked in and saw the huge note on the wall. Touching the doctor he too could see as he read the note. 'I suggest you don't try to find me, I want to be left alone if you can do this and allow me.