When the girls had all got one we held them up. The girl with the lowest card had a big grin on her face as one of the guys said,“Okay, most of you ...now how this works but for the couple of new girls, the girl with the lowest card has to do a forfeit from a list that is shuffled before each party. The list is numbered and all the numbers are on little pieces of paper in this bowl. Would the lucky girl come and pick a number.”The girl walked over, picked one of the pieces of paper and shouted. Then I see him. So striking. The subject of my fantasies is standing before me. The sight of him never ceases to take my breath away. The anticipation of what may happen is at an all-time high today... that this might finally be our chance. He pulls me through the door, letting it shut behind us. We embrace and kiss, our tongues exploring, plunging, tasting. There isn’t much time. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. I reach out to touch it, to feel it through the rough denim of his. I definitely need to get away. I will call you when I can be more rational and after I have talked to a lawyer. Right now I can't tell you how pissed at you and how disgusted with you I am."She broke in then crying obviously and cried out, "John don't do that please. At least let's talk first. I will be home in a few minutes and we can sit down and talk. We can work this out. I did a really stupid stupid thing. I am sorry. I swear I will make it up to you. I don't know why I let it get so. But then she asked, "But what about my aid? They pay me a set amount because I pay rent at Brookstone. If I lived here they would cut my aid down." Well, they might. But you and I aren't married so I'm not really supporting you. And if you like we can consider ourselves roommates; although I don't like trying to pull a fast one on the state. "It doesn't matter though–even if they cut your aid; with my job I can support all of us easily. I know you can't work now that you are close to your due.