I wondered if she was dreaming as she smiled occasionally as she slept. I knew that my flight was to depart in three hours, but I also knew that I was...not going to be on it. Gently I slid out of bed without waking Sharmili. I dialed the desk and asked the hotel to cancel my Saturday flight and book on the first available flight on Monday. I opened the room refrigerator and took and poured a glass of wine. I drew back the drapes and moonlight bathed the room. I sat near the window sipping wine. I rolled my two favorite dildos up in my bath towel, and headed for George’s room. My heart was thumping loudly as I tapped three times. The door opened immediately, and George appeared, drink in hand, wearing a white robe. He stepped aside, and I walked in. He closed his door quickly, and I felt safe, in a way. I couldn’t yet sense what George’s reaction would be to my letter. “So, it’s you,” he said, frowning with disappointment. “Are you surprised?” I asked. “I thought you liked women,” he. Except me. And why would she? She was at the opposite end of the spectrum from me. I never in a million years thought I’d have a chance to date her, so I never bothered. Then one fateful day, she sat next to me.There was this joint junior, senior field trip to the Observatory, for the astrology class I was in. I found a seat on the bus and sat by the window. In a way, I was hoping one of my buddies would have taken the seat next to me, but not this time.Michelle sat next to me. “Well hey,. Several nights a week Daddy would sleepover and fuck Chris's mother till she fell asleep then he would sneak into Chris's room in the basement and they would suck & fuck each other and then Daddy would sneak back into bed with Chris's mother. Back to my neighbors dining room Chris said to those gathered around the table drinking that he soon discovered he needed to fuck all the time and he had soon found these friends at school who fooled around in the showers. Been young they were always horny.