Still she felt as though shecouldn't leave her friend when he was in need right now. He needed afriend, if she had been a guy he wouldn't have asked ...er to stay withhim, because she was a woman, or mostly so anyway, he just needed someoneto touch. Kirsten knew that it was a common reaction after witnessingdeath. She remembered as much from a criminal psychology class that shehad taken in university. Forgetting that she was wearing almost nothingshe got into bed with him. He lay on his side. “This is a big place, it’s not just you staying here, is it?” Rocco asked as he eyed the two beds.“No, I’m here with four of my mates. But they’ve all gone out without me - I wanted to go to a gay club, but they don’t know I’m gay, so I pretended to be ill. You know…”Liam feigned coughing and tiredness for a second, and Rocco laughed with his whole mouth. The English boy looked so cute when he did that, and Rocco couldn’t help himself. He moved towards him and kissed him for what felt like both. What did you say?”“No worries Tanya, I know you weren’t feeling too well this morning. I was just saying, I know we were going to work on the paper for Mr. Franklin, but if you don’t think you are up for it, I get it.”Tanya remembered, she was better in chemistry than William, and had promised to work with him on the research project Mr. Franklin had given them for the semester. It was only supposed to be a page or two on one of the first 25 elements on the periodic table, but William had. I couldn't tell sexy from a goddamned lamppost. He settled upon a chemise--a piece I'd bought optimistically anticipating sex, that had remained unworn in the utter dejection of a cold marriage. I slipped it on and went back to my laptop awaiting his next request--this was kind of exciting. He patiently guided me through "finding something that would sting a bit if you were smacked with it" eventually settling upon a blue spatula that from here on out will always make my pussy wet upon sight,.