She knew that, if he had touched her, she’d hate him this morning. She felt bad about that. He was more than a gentleman. She knew she’d have welc...med him last night. Somehow, though, he knew how she’d feel this morning. She was sure of that. She’d seen the desire in his eyes. As they’d raked up her body they’d paused ... staring at that honey-blond hair.She looked down and bent over, trying to see what he had seen. There was a hand mirror on the dresser and, on impulse, she picked it up and. We took a tram to the restaurant, which was on top of a hill. We were seated next to the window, and watched the sun go down as we ate.I tried ouzo for the first time, which is a Greek wine. It's really good, but really strong. I went to sleep almost as soon as we got back to the hotel.I spent the next day on the beach again and met Alex at a restaurant right on the beach. My parents had decided to go out for a romantic dinner themselves, and Clay was who knows where.We were seated at a very. When Darla showed up, though, she looked off, noticeably more haggardthan before the whole Toby Disappearance Weekend. Dark, almost greenrings under her eyes. And she looked a little drawn, her cheekshollow. I couldn't be sure. Fluorescent lights tended to lightenshadows, so I could have been mistaken. Easily, even."What's up, Darla?" I said, just trying to act friendly around her soEmily wouldn't feel weird about having her over. "You're lookingreally pretty today."Wrong move. Darla's. She was vaguely aware of the sweat dripping down between her ample breasts, slowly. She listened to her own erratic breathing and breathy moans, listened as they danced with the stranger’s. She licked her lips picturing what they must look like. Her shirt and bra shove above her tits; her skirt pushed up to her waist; her hair a mess from when the stranger pulled her hair as she sucked his cock; it was all so erotic to her. When she was right there, right at the moment where she was teetering.