I stepped into the bathroom and fumbled around and eventually found them in the medicine chest. I pulled one out of the box and headed back toward the...door when I heard the apartment door open; it was her roommate! I decided to switch the bathroom light off and stand away from the bathroom door, trying not to make a sound. She did not know we were back and I did not want her coming to investigate. I heard the roommate take off her shoes and stash her jingling keys in her purse. I was praying. We didn’t know that then. At the time, he just was interested in distributing Larry’s beers regionally, then maybe nationally.It was a great honor for Larry. I was happy for him, but at the same time, it made me start to think about my passion, my artwork. I was not being taken seriously by the art community. I had a little niche gallery out of my home that was becoming famous for naughty painting parties, not the quality of my artistic talents. I think I started to resent Larry and his. She doesn't know any woman who drives.I explain that in the USA all the women drive and we all have vehicles. Nic2 looks at me real hard and asks in a tone of amazement:You drive? You have a car?I tell her I do. Nic2 says loudly to mom in Tagalog: Is it true that Cin has a car and drives?Mom only says: Oo, talaga (Yes, it is true)I tell Nic2 that I can drive here, but that mom knows the roads around here better. Now she doesn't even know what to say.The drive to the house takes twenty-five. I was up for that, but I like to be in control at the climax. I rose, causing him to collapse on his back on the bed beside the one I lay on. I had him in a missionary position and I clutched and raised his narrow hips to me, achieving an angle for maximum depth. He yielded to me fully, just as I liked. I palmed the small of his back with one hand to keep his pelvis raised to me and gripped his throat with the other, holding his head to the mattress. He writhed a bit under me, but that was from.