I go down to his floor and knocked on his door, waiting for him to open.He later opens the door and to my surprise he was only in his underwear with a...huge bulge.I stare at his horny dick hiding in his underwear, shocked to see the long, curved dick staring at me.He pulls me in his room and I could smell the stench of vodka from him and i knew that he had been drinking. I asked him where his roommate was and he replied that he was sick and went to someone else’s room, so now he’s all alone.I. Imagined scenes of the kidnappersshowing up in the train brought her back to the attack on her father.Finding the teens was colored with uncertainty, then relief. They werecomplete strangers, but they were willing to help her. Images ofshopping for clothes and makeup for her disguise had theincomprehensible writing (such as the shop names) blurred to unreadable.Hands helping her with the makeup and the unfamiliar styles of clotheswere clearly female, but otherwise somewhat generic - truth be. .. -Go on then, she said, reaching out for it.Nicely stoned now, we relaxed back on the bench and she shuffled over and almost snuggled in. I put my arm round her shoulder in a friendly way and gave her a little squeeze as the light faded and the gloaming crept in. She reached her lips up and gave me a little peck on the cheek. -I've got a boyfriend you know... she said.She looked at me searchingly, in my mind she was saying, 'I've got a boyfriend, but I am thinking of fucking you, but. I couldn't help but stare.Suddenly a football careened into the side of my head with tremendous force. I stumbled back clutching my face as Ian ran over laughing uncontrollably. I winced from the pain and rubbed my cheek. "You're a fucking shitbag, dude," I said as he came closer, "I swear to God, some day I'm gonna beat the ever-living piss out of you." He was still laughing and holding his chest."Oh God dude, good times." He straightened up and gathered his composure "OK, so how are you.