" She shook her head yes and shook his hand and they drove off. They started making small talk, eventually becoming really comfortable with each other...they talked about past relationships and he asked her if she was in one, she looked down and said yes, sadly. He pulled the truck over and lifted up her chin and said, "You're so beautiful, he's lucky to have you." She started blushing, as he went in for a kiss, she couldn't help herself, in the small amount of time they had been talking she had. They don’t always close their door, and since their room is right next to mine, I can sometimes hear them getting after it. If I hear it, I usually check to see if their door is closed…if it’s open, I jerk off right there in the hallway while I watch them fuck.”“Wow. Cool. Well, come get me next time so I can watch with you.”Which he did. The next time he heard my parents fucking with their door slightly open, he crept down to my room and woke me up. We tip-toed down the hall to the crack in. You hesitate for just a moment, take a deep breath and step out. you step lightly and quickly down the hall to get the paper. Tunnel-vision sets in and you realize that you can't see anything except that blasted paper. The way your heart has been pounding, you probably wouldn't have heard a shotgun blast, let alone someone opening their door. Paper in hand, you turn around to go home. it takes every ounce of will you posess to keep you from sprinting. your heart has slowed, no longer. I wasn’t going to pick a fight with him. And while I wanted to screw Jennifer some more, I had other angles I was still working. So I was my usual self to the crowd.Did I feel guilty putting on this false face to my friends, the look of a honest working guy who’s wife died on him, and he didn’t bring people to his house (especially dates) because he “wasn’t ready”?The sad thing, the sci-fi club is one of the few places where I could be myself. I didn’t just come here looking for chicks, though.