When Jake dropped her off at her hotel after dinner, she adroitly evaded his blatant hints for a nightcap. Once alone in her room, a heavy sense of lo...eliness swamped her."Damn you, David Stanley," she whispered. "Why did you turn out to be such a freak?"Was he listening? Watching.Suddenly, she realized she hoped he was watching her. Thinking he might be hovering somewhere in the room drove some of the loneliness away. She shivered. Strange. For days, the thought of David watching made her a. “Said he’d fallen out of love. We needed to move on with our lives. The Bastard!”She swept past me into the kitchen, where she put the kettle to boil – a practical girl even in grief, our Cassie.“I need tea!” she explained, “and breakfast. And help to move my stuff out of the bastard’s flat.”This was not an unusual occurrence. Cassie had an unerring knack of picking handsome wastrels, users and liars. With her good looks I often wondered why she could not do better, be a little more. I continued to suck and pushed four fingers in past that first knuckle. I have relatively small hands and my right was almost completely inside her and she was squeezing it fiercely. Her legs were quivering but she was holding on. I tucked my thumb tight to my fingers and slid my entire hand into her. It was gone, completely inside her and when she squeezed the pressure was on my wrist. I curled my fingers inside her as I sucked harder and she began to moan. This was different than before. It. .........Across town on that same night, in Kris and Kim's apartment, brother and sister were having yet another quiet Friday night at home. After more than half a semester behind them, both had managed to only make a couple of friends of the same sex. Neither had dated yet and both were down in the dumps about their lack of a decent social life."Kris, what are we going to do? I know everyone says we are shy and introverted, but we are also decent looking people. I can't believe it is that hard.