I did tease him. I seem to have found an exhibitionist streak in me. I kept turning slightly and leaning forward showing him just a little bit more of...my breast. He seemed to like it."Sylvie burst out laughing. Repeating Marion's last words."He seemed to like it! Oh Marion, that is the understatement of the century. He would have loved it." Sylvie was quiet as she sipped her coffee. Then she asked. "Where do you want to go from here? I mean with Guy."Marion had already thought about that."I. I guess Jenn noticed I something was on my mind. Jenn: "God, girl! What are you smiling at?" Nothing. What?" I said trying to cover."You're smiling about something. God, there was a perv in high school who used to smile like that around me. What are you thinking about?" Nothing." I said, but I was blushing and it was obvious I was thinking about something--something good!"Mindy, we're supposed to be friends." She said with a devilish grin. "You better spill it or I'll start doubting. You can imagine how excited I was when I found out he'd be my roommate."I laughed. "So what's he like in bed?" Gives great head, always enthusiastic, likes to walk around covered in cum. I haven't fucked him though." Why not?" I only do that with people I'm in love with. It's hard to explain, but I get a real emotional charge from it, especially getting fucked."I noticed that Ginsberg and Tom were playing volleyball with some girls. We enjoyed watching them leap up in the air and dive for. It was a lot for a person with her ego to swallow, but to her credit, she didn’t dismiss the idea outright. When I left, she begged me to be careful and not to trust George Howard even a little bit. She was, as my Abuela use to say, “Predicando al coro” ... she was preaching to the choir.I was considerably calmer as I walked the four blocks down to the sheriff’s office. Matt Faulkner was there, sitting behind his desk scowling. I plopped down in his side chair and pulled out a cheroot for each.