My hard on seemed to just keep getting worse and the only solution that I could think of and that was to drink. I got a beer and started downing it; I...knew I could pick up a girl in a crowd like this but I in no way wanted to cheat on my wife. So I drank and just enjoyed the show. The party was really going well and I was way past the point of "feeling no pain", when I saw my sister motioning for me to come over toward her room. Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing. She reached the room and shut the door on him. He put his bag down. She stood against the door, trying to brace herself against his pushes, but he was too powerful. He pushed the door open with so much force that she almost fell to the ground. She stumbled and she tried to turn and run, to get away to from him. He reached out his arm and grabbed her by her ponytail and yanked her back towards him. He picked up his bag and dragged her to her mother's room where he knew there was a four post. I think I heard a voice. It’s all jumbled up in little bits and pieces.’ He brought over some soup and tea. ‘Here, take it easy at first. You haven’t had anything on your stomach since you tossed your cookies Saturday morning.’ He brushed some matted hair out of her eyes. ‘That’s another thing I remember feeling.’ He rubbed his face. ‘Now that you’re awake I think I need to find a razor and get rid of this beard I’ve grown since I’ve been here. I didn’t want to leave you unattended to run down. “Do you?!” Dr. Miller said authoritatively. I looked down at my feet and shook my head, whispering “No, Dr. Miller,” as a tear slipped. “Oh, Grace. I’m sorry.” My professor murmured as he put his large hands on each side of my face, making me look up at him as his thumbs wiped away my tears. “See, I’m not a horrid monster,” he chuckled making me giggle as well. “Sorry, Dr. Miller, I hadn’t realized that you were even interested in me. I didn’t know that I would even be your type.” “Oh, you mean.