..”“Don’t talk to me about your sister,” Laura cut me off. “She’s totally cracked. But you’re not cracked. You and her – you’re tota...ly different.”“Uh huh!” I said.The wicked part of me wanted to agree with her about my sister being cracked, but I didn’t say anything.“I can sleep here in your room for a few nights,” she said.I sighed. Then I lowered myself down and sat cross legged in front of her. I watched as she reached into her bag and produced a large plastic bottle of cola that was half. The lights and heavy beat, combined with Vanessa's body-close dancing, combined to raise a hunger deep inside Fred, one that only grew until the sound system and the drinks made Fred's head spin into darkness. He woke up with a slight headache, naked on his back on a padded surface, with a solid erection waving over his crotch and an aching fullness inside his balls. Vanessa came into the room, looked him over from head to toes, then focused in the middle while licking her lips. What happened. That’s not to say that we don’t tickle their sensibilities from time to time. I say all of that so that you will realize that you have responsibilities to the world around you. We aren’t interested in selfish people.”Mrs. Carson stopped suddenly and we realized we had arrived at the restaurant. She said, “Ah, good, we’re here. I don’t remember it being this far. I need a drink!”I had been so caught up in the conversation that to me it seemed like we had just left the hotel!We went in and were. It was a pretty full-on night and I didn't get to spend much time talking to Ryan but since he lives in town here I did give him my number and told him to give me a buzz anytime for some pool or some riding.To be honest... I had completely forgotten about Ryan – he was cute, that is for sure, and he was a Southern Kiwi man (kinda like a Southern US guy – born and bred on the farm, pretty straight-acting and my bet is he could shear a sheep). I can't believe I hadn't given him much more thought.