I noticed my bedroom door was ajar as I walked past to the bathroom, I just assumed I hadn't shut it before I left. As I was showering I heard the doo... creak open slowly, I thought an intruder was in my home, I ripped open the shower curtain and there was my neighbour Liz she was standing there half asleep with just a thin piece of string around her waist, her nipples were standing to a point, wether that was because she was cold or aroused at seeing me shower I don't know, I asked what she was. Agnes explains the situation to David in quick, whispered words, and is immediately comforted by his answer.“This will make a good story to tell your parents when we get back.” He smiles.A good story, indeed.They are led to a large, busting section reserved for security. There, police and airport security seem to mingle, some uniforms blue while others are gray. The employee – his name tag says Fernando A. – leads Agnes and her boyfriend to a small room hidden in a corner, drab and soulless. Cuddling closer to me, she increased her grip for a short time before relaxing again in my arms. A single tear fell on my chest and she whispered How do you do it? How do I do what Megan? I whispered back, unsure of what she meant. How do you refrain yourself from getting what you want and then toss me aside she said. Her voice showed the raw emotional state she was in and it took me a moment to formulate a response. A lot of things actually Megan, respect for one, the way you make me feel. One was a pretty young Mexican girl and the other was a thin, wrinkled, slow moving white woman, whose age was hard to determine. Jeff and Susan moved to an open spot at the bar and asked if they could, ‘get a cold drink and gas for their car.’ The man behind the bar answered in a thick Spanish accent, ‘You can get a cold beer, but the gas pump don’t work right now.’ At least he spoke broken English. The men in the bar were eying Susan making the young couple a bit nervous. But the barman got.