Melissa took a step toward the door and stopped as she felt a rush of warm liquid running down the inside of her thigh. “Oh! I really am soaked. It�...�s pouring out of me.”Erik reached down and wiped his hand up along the inside of her thighs, scooping up their combined juices. He raised his hand to his face, breathing in the fragrance of their sex. “Now that is perfectly wonderful.” He offered his hand to her to smell, “Here.”Somewhat dubious, she bent forward to sniff the wetness of his hand.. As we walked back to school, hand in hand, I felt like I had lead weights on my feet, and each step I took was taking me closer to my doom. I knew I loved Amy, but when I thought about marrying her and raising a child, especially at our age, I wanted to panic and run. I hated myself for that. Thank God Amy was too distraught to notice. I would have hated myself even worse, if she had.We got a ride home with Scott and Shannon, and I could tell that Shannon knew. Scott was as clueless as I’d. I shook his hand and passed him another friendly hundred pesos. With a wave of my hat the coach departed and I turned to face the Cultural Arts Centre. I did not have far to walk but I was in no hurry. The night was still young and the trip always left me peckish and dehydrated. The cafe' in the centre of town where the tour buses and bikers liked to take refreshment was open as usual, so I gingerly pushed my way through the heavy, rustic wood doors and waved at Joel, the barman and owner.. Sometimes, when a day had been truly horrible, one of the other girls and I gave solace to each other."He could tell that Rose was getting worried. Oh, well! He was getting worried too."Hrhm, you and Cilla, you're not going to ... I mean, I need you, Rose!" Oh Jim!" Rose gasped. "Of course not! Never! I could not stand losing you! No, it's just that Cilla has nobody like you, and I owe her so much as you know. It's exciting too," she ended in a whisper blushing furiously."So you're not like.