We hear static, the sounds of the stations being adjusted and scanned through on a radio. A red and blue police light flashes. Then two. Then five. Th...n a dozen. The static begins to fade as we hear the sounds of a growing crowd. Citizens, police, E.M.T.’s, reporters. An entire scene unfolding and we barely hear it, like a radio station that won’t come in clearly. Out of the noise we pick out some things: there’s a girl on a building, she’s going to jump, she’s not going to jump, we don’t know.. Until then you can crash in my room and I'll just sleeping on the couch. It's my fault anyway,"he explained this as we left my room and traveled down a narrow hallway to his bed room.It was beautiful. A large queen sized bed was centered on the wall opposite to the door. A mirror above the head board attracted my eyes, as it was the first thing you saw in the room. I couldn't help but think of how many times he had stared at a women in that mirror while fucked her. Sleek black dressers and end. . kind of boyish but feminine too."WOW! WHAT A GREAT POOL!"Nice act. This kid was good. She made it seem like she hadn't even seen it (or me) just an hour or so ago."Hey! I'll bet you can skinny dip here right!?"Her enthusiasm was just a little too animated but hey, what the heck, I went along. "Of COURSE, silly!" I said as I wanted to appear "worldly" and undaunted. We spent the next couple of hours getting to know one another. Both of us were a little uncomfortable to "let our guards down". “You’ll get used to it.” She tugged at his hand. “Come on, let’s see what’s happening at the stones.”It was late morning when they joined the crowd. The dancers in their varied costumes made splashes of color as the moved and circled, some in time with the music, some not.Sophie remained close to him, her arm through his. Whenever he caught her eye she smiled. Roger thought of Sandrine and Mistress Heathcoate and his smile grew wider. His experience with women was limited but intense. Among.