I had started going to a nearby bar called Shakeys when I got off work to have a few drinks before I headed home. It was a noisy, smoky, metropolitan ...rowd with everything from rich kids looking for fun to blue collar guys like me just looking to get drunk. I sat at a booth at the back, sucking down a couple of beers when I saw her come into the bar. It wasn't that she didn't fit, she looked outwardly like any of a dozen other rich girls in the bar who were looking for sex, or drugs, or some. Then the feet came closer. I held my breath, pushing myself further back among the contents of the wardrobe, but the door opened and the seeker, Penny, let out a cry of delight. “Gotcha at last, Annie,” she giggled. “You’re the last. I didn’t think you’d be in here, but then in the end I’d searched everywhere else. I should have checked here first.” We went downstairs, Penny triumphantly and me hoping my recently-aroused state wouldn’t be obvious to everyone. Although there was much giggling. Well, to be honest, Jen and I didn't quite go straight back to sleep – when we stripped off to get under the quilt, my sister noticed that Gustav was showing off, so she took advantage of his interest and her renewed energy before we snuggled down again.This time it was Jen and I who woke up the others for the meal, after admiring the way they were spooned together. It was clear that we hadn't been the only ones who had got naked to go back to sleep, and then had some more fun first. We were of. Not only did she seem quite taken by my efforts, but she responded with a rhyme of her own.As I sit here in my lonely dorm,Wishing I had you to keep me warm,Wishing you could hold me tight,Help me make it through the night,Surrounded by others, yet all alone,Can't wait to hear you on the phone.That weekend was our weekend for our bi-weekly phone calls. We talked for hours, the time passing so quickly it was surreal. We shared our thoughts on how lonely we each seemed, even though we were.