I told her that once you get mid-20's roommates are not an answer and you're better off alone at least in my experience. She agreed preferring to clea... up her own mess rather than someone else's and having to chase after rent and bills. We sat on the couch apart and talked some more. Her parents lived in town and her dad was a little younger than me. She offered me something to drink and said she needed to get some water. She got up and I couldn't help but stare at her legs and her ass which. I could make that the living room was only lit by several candles s**ttered throughout, but I couldn't see any figures ahead of me. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, there was the blindfold hanging on the door. I turned back to the living room, longing to see someone, but there was nothing. I started to strip. I tossed my clothes in a pile against the wall and was now standing in nothing but a red and black jock strap. I hesitantly put the blindfold on. It was soft, cushioned, and was. Day TwoIt was Thursday and I was finally starting to get back to normal. When I had awakened Tuesday morning, I was so sore I didn’t think I would be able to move. I told my Mom that I’d been up all night vomiting, and thankfully she took mercy on me and let me stay home from school. I spent most of the day in bed, but by the evening I was starting to feel better. The next day, Wednesday, I was still a little bit sore but I was able to go to school and function normally again.I texted Anthony. “Jesus fucking Christ! It … is … hot! Don’t you think?” Ray exclaimed dramatically. Amy laughed nearly spitting her beer back into the bottle. Uncle Ray pushed his sunglasses up his nose and reached for his cigarettes. He offered her one of course, and Amy promptly shook her head. “Yes … yes it is very hot,” she replied smiling, placing her blue towel on the table and relaxing for a moment. Ray lit his cigarette and sat watching her silently from behind his shades. “When did you get so.