By now you also notice that you are completely naked, save for your rope restraints. _Ah God, what the fuck did I do last night? Is this some kind of ...ick joke, when are the cameras going to show up? Troy's gonna fucking pay for dragging me out of the house! _You cough around the gag in your mouth, trying to maneuver it with your tongue. It's some kind of cloth, and after a minute you finally spit it out onto the floor.Your memory of last night is foggy, a text guilt tripping you into another. Make yourself comfortable." Hazel and I had been friends ever since I'd moved into the flat above hers six months earlier and although we were pretty close, nothing sexual had ever happened between us, not that I hadn't thought about it. In fact Hazel was the subject of many of my fantasies and in the privacy of my bedroom, I'd imagined many sexual scenarios with her.When Hazel eventually came into the lounge I thought I was going to pass out, she was wearing a short, almost transparent pink. Of course, the broken recorded promises and unenforced treaties gathered dust in the basement of some moldy government building in Washington, D.C. never to see the light of day again.The following week turned out to be a crossroads of a sort for our continued trek west to the Pacific Ocean.I had somehow contracted a valley fever of some magnitude that was accompanied by a spate of coughing fits and the frenzied shakes that meant numerous trips to the secluded latrine downstream from our. I would crash on their basement couch and leave after lunch the following day.One time I came to visit and her parents were going to a friend's house for a party. They let me stay because my wife—girlfriend at the time—and I weren't going to be alone. My girlfriend's sister was also home. My girlfriend and her sister didn't go to the same college. The sister was younger and a 18-year-old freshman. She was not as nice looking as my girlfriend, but she was fun to hang out with.We went out to.