” He nodded in agreement. Chris was nicely dressed in khaki shorts, a golfing shirt, and loafers. I slowly led him in the room with my body filled w...th excitement and electricity. I had just come off an affair with my teacher a few months before that time and combined with the sneaking him in, that same erotic feeling was overwhelming me once again. As I closed the door, we embraced and began to kiss in the darkness. Our tongues probed each other’s mouth with just a dim light shining in on. Traci went and opened the door and welcomed Morgan into the condo “Hi I’m Traci and this is my daughter Carrie and our friend Steve. We are in the middle of a party and are smoking crack. We have lots and would love for you to join us if you are interested.” “Fuck that is the best offer I have had in a long time in fact if you’re supplying the rock I won’t even charge you as long as you keep me high” answered Morgan. She sat down on the couch and reached into her purse and produced her own. I had no comeback to that I was being sexist and I apologized to her. I had already taken in her looks and judged her to be early twenties, a slender frame but well formed and short brown hair being at work she had no makeup but she had no need of it as her skin was lightly tanned and her pink lips were full and for the most were smiling.I thought she smiled cute. The music she put on was a mixture of artists,turned out they were Irish and none where known to me but they sounded good,I asked. This was what I had feared. “If there’s anything…” “There is.” It was him talking now. “But tell us, knowing Melinda, she has given you a set of directions to work with. What did she tell you?” Shit. They were both leaning against the backrest now, their arms crossed and expectant grins on their faces. The room was quickly turning into a vortex that tried to suck me in. I couldn’t tell them, could I? But I watched Mrs. Hardenberg’s nails tap impatiently on her upper arm and knew that I had to.