It was as if it were Willa’s own fault for coming home early. Willa was tempted to storm out, make a scene, and have Barry stumble after her with ap...logies and excuses. But Willa wasn’t all that certain that he’d bother. ‘…How could you?’ She finally squeaked out. ‘I…I do everything for you and…and you just…’ Willa felt her tears welling in her eyes, clouding her vision. ‘In our bed! In the bed I fucking paid for?!’ ‘Oh my god, you’re right. She is whiney,’ The blonde muttered, rolling her. "The only way to forget the pain of losing a lover is to find another. I'll help you ease the pain," She explained.For some reason, it made perfect sense. Even tough Jill had never been with another woman, this seemed a sensible solution. If she simply hopped into the bed of another guy, it would just be sex and right now she needed something more than that. The friendship and caring she craved already existed between Carol and her.Without another word, she rose and began taking off her. -Hey...are you asleep?-I hear his voice whisper. Of course I am asleep...I'm asleep...I'm asleep... oh fuck...he probably figured out that I'm not. I should respond...should I? What should I do. I can't think of anything to do. As he calls my name twice, I can't gather any courage whatsoever. I can't even bring myself to open my eyes. If anything I feel paralyzed. Suddenly his hand tightens around my breast. I think I am goin to cum. I must be dreaming. Now my job is twice harder, I have to. This is where I gently break my hand off from his. Immediately he asks where I’m going. I tell him I’m worn out and I’m going back to the Casa Bolivar, the dorm for international students. “Oh, come on! Just let your hair down and have a shot with me,” he says. I think this is the first time he’s smiled at me, and my stomach flutters—not that I have a crush on him. I barely know him. He’s not even a student here. I only see him on weekends, when this party crowd drags me out. He’s a much older.