I usually dropped the subject at that point, as I could always read her face very well. I knew better than to push her too hard on her sexual history,...even if it did turn me on slightly. Debbie just wasn't much for talking much about her past sex life experiences. I dropped a few ice cubes into each of the four glasses on the counter and started half filling them with vodka. I heard the conversation continuing in the living room, followed by Debbie’s laugh. I topped off each of the glasses with. " It was at first, but I got used to it. I think I'm off to bed, I have an 8 am class tomorrow." Yeah, me too", replied Leslie.We had drifted off to sleep and pretty soon we had woken up, went off to our classes. The weeks went on and we had developed our own routines. It was nice of Leslie to post her schedule on the wall, so at least I knew when I could have some masturbation time. Even though I was fooling around with a guy, it was nice to orgasm once in awhile. However, I almost walked in. He paused in a squat, half-way to his seat, a confused expression on his face."Pardon me Doc," Kat said with a half-faked nervous grin, "I saw the door closing and grabbed it, thinking you were someone else. I was going to sneak in and surprise you but it ended up being me that was surprised." She did her best to look abashed, wringing her hands, her eyes darting from the man's face to the floor at her feet and back.The man took his seat and frowned at her, the look of confusion replaced by one. He was having trouble thinking through his rage. This killer had taken the thing from him that mattered most in his life. Worse, the killer had killed something inside of Roger that he knew he would never get back.After a couple of minutes he turned to his men, "Take this scum and his mother and father out and drop them in the Pacific. I want them alive when they go into the water. Weight them down so that they never come back. Take the girl and put her in one of our houses. Make sure that she.