‘Damn fool,’ I mumbled. Out of something like obligation, I walked over to the door and opened it. Indeed, it was Jake, back for more torture like...a dedicated little puppy. I rolled my eyes again as I allowed him inside. ‘You again,’ I spat meanly as he stepped inside and pulled me into an embrace. ‘Shayla,’ he began, ‘I really am in love with you.’ I shoved him away, laughing out loud. ‘You’re a fool!’ He shook his head. ‘I’m not.’ I crossed my arms. ‘Oh really? I torture the hell out of you. She never even looked at him while he dressed. "I'm going to go mingle," she said, walking out the door. "Don't be too long."Melanie was a hit with all the men, and she was in her element. Her party persona was bright, cheerful, and flirty. The women, most of whom she put to shame, hated her immediately. The men, trying not to make it obvious, seemed to always have some need to talk to her about this or that thing. It got worse, depending on your outlook, when Jeff let drop what her maiden name. As soon as we made inside we were on the sofa, making out like two teenagers. We were all over each other. I was running my hands over her tits and she was running her hands through my hair, pulling me closer to her. She pulled away from me and asked, “Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything you want.”She might have been a little drunk, but not drunk enough that I was taking advantage of her. I didn’t hesitate with my answer.“Stand up and strip for me.”Amy stood up and walked over to the radio. ” She has the smile of the cat that has taken the cream. “It does not matter. After all, he is only a bearer.” I am not hungry. The stuff I had at the cheap hotel in the evening has not been digested. I ask her to have food. But she insists that I too have dinner with her. I decide to have some drinks and a little food to give her company. “Do you take wine? There is a fine collection of wines in the bar.” “No I don’t.” I move to the bar located near the entrance. Which wine to choose? The bar.