Weird... It was a warm summer night, but he still felt a little chilled in the silent stillness of the night surrounding him as he walked from his par...ed car to the silent, imposing house.There was a note from Morgan taped to the front door, written in the same pink ink as the notepad page she’d given him, informing him the door was open and he should let himself inside. So he did.Closed the door behind him, Neal looked around the empty living room for a moment before calling out.“Hello?. Swimming to the edge of the pool, he said, “Hello, Kim. Are you sure that you wouldn’t like something to drink?”Having committed herself to a course of action, she felt it would create a problem to change now. In a warmer voice, she answered, “Yes, I’m sure. Thank you anyway.”Smiling at her, Ed said, “Would you like to take a swim?”“I’d rather not get undressed in front of those two Lesbians,” she replied. Even as the words left her mouth, she knew that she had made a major mistake. She. This was the week he had been working for all semester. This was the week he had to do his presentation and make it good so he could graduate. He still could remember how only three months ago the oversight committee tore his presentation apart and his website and said his group could graduate but he couldn't.He knew he had to take classes over the summer anyway cause he still had to take the second course of American Sign Language. He just didn't like how the committee made his group members. Sometimes words can only scratch the surface of emotions that one feels. Actions and experience are really the only way to begin to communicate with any depth. He leaned over her and kissed her. Then he kissed her again... harder. Then he pressed his body against hers, mashing her breasts against his chest, and kissing her with all the passion that he could pour into one kiss. She responded, kissing him back with equal fervor, her body wiggling under his, trying desperately to get him closer.