The next morning, she thought she had gotten up earlier than Donny, andshe was rooting through her backpack, looking for her favorite orangesports bra... but she couldn't find it. She couldn't find her blue pantieseither. She tried to figure out where they could be, and then realizedin disgust."Donny, are you wearing my underwear? He popped out of his sleeping bag,his black hair longer, the orange bra peeking out of his ripped shirt,lipstick on his face, eye shadow outlining his big expressive. She was playing with her perfect breasts while bouncing on his cock. I quietly took off my pants. I tried to be quiet, but with as much noise as she was making plus the radio being on, I dont know if she would have heard me bang on the walls. She didnt notice I was there until I got behind her on the bed. She went to get up and I pushed her back down. She was stuttering, not knowing what to say I guess and I just kept my hand and arm on her back. I was holding her down on him, which in turn was. " She smiled when she said it, but I knew she was totally serious.I waited for Hawk to put his foot down, and he did ... eventually. "Polly, I think Kevin is bound by certain rules of secrecy, and no matter how hard you press him, I doubt he will violate the privacy agreement he signed."That put a damper on her pumping me about getting shot, but did nothing to dampen her curiosity about my private life. "Kevin, Hamilton tells me you are an orphan. What was it like growing up in an orphanage?"I. We concluded that the best way to proceed was for Peggy go back home Monday afternoon after classes, do her class work, and then she and Tad would come by around 9 p.m. to pick me up. They’d take me back home with them. We’d have a light snack with Sarah at the house, put Tad to bed, and then Peggy would drive me back to my place.Left understood, but unsaid, was that when we got back to my apartment, Peggy would come in for a nightcap.At least.Everything went great. I slept in on Monday, Read.