I waited until I thought she was sure I was done, then gave her one last swat, harder than all the others, that jerked her head up and sent her glasse... flying across the room:“DIDN’T I?” (SLAP!)She was unable to answer, of course, but she tried, nodding her head vigorously up and down as she sobbed and tried to speak. I heard something that sounded vaguely like, “I’m really, really sorry!”I did not tear her panties off as I had her pantyhose. I left them just as they were – for the moment. . It was around 11:30 pm when Rachel walked into the hotel. She was about my height, give or take an inch, with long red hair that reached about a quarter of the way down her back. She was wearing a loose fitting dress that stopped just above her knees so it was hard to see how good her figure was though it was obvious that she was in decent shape and she had smooth legs. It was her mischievous green eyes that got me excited though. It is hard to explain, but something about the way she looked at. I tried to open my eyes, but the light hurt so I left them closed. I was on the filthy hotel carpet, that much I could feel. The place smelled of stale bourbon. My head was cradled softly. I must have dragged a pillow down from the bed. Something cool dripped into my mouth. I startled my eyes open. A foggy image sharpened. Amber, tears streaming down her cheeks, was squeezing water from a washcloth into my mouth. I tried to speak. My first words were not going to be kind. Bile rose in my. "Nice hit" he said, and I remembered what he had said the previous year and I gave it back to him, "Them's the best kind."That fall we met for the third time when we tried out for football in college and we both went out and got pissy-eyed drunk together when we didn't make the team. That was thirty years ago and we have been best buddies the whole time.In college we dated the same girls and it almost seemed like the girls were interchangeable. I'd date one for four or five months and then we.