She starts at the bar, gets herself a Diet Pepsi, as they don’t have Coke. She moves through the crowds, scanning the room for potential candidates....That black guy with the glasses… no, he has a girlfriend, they’re kissing each other tenderly. She walks upstairs, where the dance floor is. It’s packed with people, so she settles for standing against the wall o watch. There’s a group of guys over at the big table in the corner. A gang. They’re all dressed the same. Oh, no, she’s not going there!. As he tried going for a kiss, I pushed him back and at that snap. It was like he woke up from sleep.Then apologized saying he wouldn’t force me into anything. I would be lying if I say that I was okay. I was both scared and confused at that moment while still admiring his structure. He then stepped back to the fire and suggested me to remove my wet shirt as I might catch a cold.For some time, I hesitated but he was right. So, I agreed and went to a corner and facing the wall. I undid the. I was wondering whose blood it was on my shirt when it suddenly struck me that I didn’t know that. I didn’t know who I was. I couldn’t remember me. I panicked and ran to the door of my room. I opened it ever so slightly and saw a police officer standing there and that made me think about the blood. Was it mine or my victims? Was I a criminal?I leaned against the wall and tried to pull memories out of the blackness inside my head. That is when I heard the nurse.“Hey Sam, you want some. Herlower lip quivering in expectation. She feels thefingers tracing the rounding of her breast, teasing hernipples to arch even further from her breasts. Suddenlyshe slams her legs together as an unexpected gush ofexcitement flows from between her legs. She didn’trealize she was becoming so arousedThen the hands cup her soft, round breasts. They startto rhythmically massage them in slow sensual circles.Rubbing her nipples in to an erect frenzy each time thepalm moves over them. Her.