I remember that was the only time I ever saw you struggle with what you were doing to me – the only time I ever heard remorse in your voice – and ...he last time you said that you were sorry.I was asleep when you started. I don’t know what time of night it was or how you got there, but I woke to your hands rubbing my stomach. My nighty was pulled up just enough for you hand to roam between my rib cage and panties. I could barely see in the dark room, but I knew it was you. Your hands were rough. Why? I don’t know. I mean we had talked about a lot but he gave me more details than I would’ve expected. All I can say is that the openly gay guy’s roommate is a fucking dick. That’s not even the end of the story though.Literally the next day I left the dorm to grab food as normal and then walked through the back staircase to get back to the fourth floor. The only thing was that when I got to the door, Fred was there walking towards the stairs in the middle of the dorm. The same direction I. In the months that followed, despite the halt of Dominion’s advance, the exodus continued. Everyone in the eastern half of Panama, on the other side of the canal, flocked towards South America. South America itself was being emptied, almost everyone either boarding ships and planes to escape the hemisphere, or simply running as far south as possible. Of course, there were plenty of people who believed they could hide. They hoped to disappear into the jungles and deserts, to live their lives. I noticed that she didn’t button her blouse back up. “Hmmm,” I began to wonder. Could this evening get even more interesting? Time would tell.We traded turns and when it was my turn again Mary sat on the corner of the table and leaned back in a very seductive pose. As she did this I was certain that yet another button had been unfastened. Taking a sip of her drink, Mary smiled and said, “Is this having any affect on your shooting yet?” Swallowing hard I said, “Well, it might if I thought.