She shrugged her shoulders and remained motionless because her entire body hurt when she moved just the tinniest bit.It took another five minutes befo...e Denise actually managed to open her eyes. She stared straight up at the ceiling and tried to think or at least remember something about what happened during the party. The last thing she remembered was standing with a bunch of friends who offered her drinks. She remembered feeling overly joyous because of the numerous compliments given to her. She sat down in the seat in front of me, but on the aisle side. I sat next to the window so I could watch what was going on outside the bus. There was a chance she intended to get off at the next stop, but that was only two blocks further.I started to read my evening paper as I often did on these trips but found the light too dim to enjoy it very much. It was late evening but not late enough for the overhead lights to be on in the coach. I looked out the window again as we approached the last. We've got to promise never to do this again, and never to tell anybody about it! It never happened, right?" Well," Sandy said thoughtfully, "I don't need the grades, you know? I'm doing pretty well in the class. But maybe if you said you weren't mad at me, that would help." Good Lord, Sandy! Why should I be mad at you? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life! And I practically raped you to get it. Hardly a reason to be mad at you." Well then," he said, "maybe if we could, like, cut the part. That's what I'm saying."'I must be drunk to even consider this, ' he thought, foggily. 'But... maybe I might get to have Alison again?'Marianne came closer still and kissed him gently, almost a brush against his lips, really. "Simon, I promise, we can do anything you want, later. Anything," she whispered huskily, one eyebrow aloft.What man could resist? Certainly not Simon at that point. He nodded, and Marianne gave a short squeak and jumped on him, wrapping her arms around him. She kissed him.