Her father spoke again, trying his best to keep frustration out of his voice. ‘Rachel, you know if there’s anything wrong that you can tell us, ri...ht? You’ve always known that. If something is too big for you, don’t bury it and think you can’t ask for help. Don’t let it get like it got when-.’ Rachel again cut him off, but this time only with a simple look, as she turned back to face him. He had no idea the emotion that was whipping through her body at hurricane force speeds. He looked at his. We walked there and got inside her room. It was a single occupancy room created for students and her bed was queen-size next to the window on the 10th floor.We started kissing as soon as we entered the room. We jumped on her bed and kept on kissing while wrapped in one another. I took my hands inside her top. She was wearing a strapless bra, so I just pulled it down and started crushing her boobs. As soon as I twitched her nipples, she bit my lips and moaned. I kept on going and pinching both. “Really? But you don’t have a British accent. In fact, you have no accent at all.”“Thank you.” I felt proud - those months of vocal training had paid off.“I’m not sure you should take that as a compliment,” she said with a half-smile.“I was an army brat. Traveled all over with my parents.” The standard answer for tough geographical questions.“So what do you do Mr. Army Brat?”“I write. Mostly plays.”“Really? Anything I might have seen or heard of?”“I doubt it. Just very small productions.”“Kinda. An hour or so later, Nancy's mum came out and shouted on the two younger k**s to come in as it was their bed time. Nancy and I were left alone.She quickly asked if I could keep a secret, and proceeded to climb the stacked bales near to the top. Then she pulled one of them away to reveal a hollow area about 8 foot square inside the stack. We crawled in together. A large rug covered the floor. There was a radio, some snacks and horribly warm soft drinks. She told me it was her secret den where.