" Will started to agree with his flighty friend then paused when he caught the inferred insult. "He's so needy, and desperate. And he's always telling...me how gorgeous I am." Oh, yeah," Jack agreed sarcastically. "Just brought up a little eggroll there." Like last night," Will went on. "He tried to say 'I love you' in sign language. The candle caught his sleeve on fire... I had to throw my margarita on him." To put out the fire?" Jack asked."No-o-o," Will explained. "Because he tried to say 'I. The night went quietly. I heard nothing but a soft wind blowing and low animal sounds. I slept soundly being emotionally spent from the previous day.In the morning, I woke up early and went outside. I listened before moving around. There were no sounds of people. I had to guess that other people were lying low. I heated a quick breakfast of oatmeal and instant coffee. I hated instant coffee but wasn't willing to take time make better. I wanted to get out of here. I figured early would be safest. I quickly turned around went back to the bathroom, and he followed me. I was in the middle of telling him I was fine and that he could leave before I knew it he was ripping my towel off my wet naked body and throwing in to the ground. As I stood there naked and completely shocked, Jordan pushed me up against the wall and grabbed a hold of my ass and began kissing me. I tried stopping him because I knew we couldnt or shouldnt do this. When he finally stopped and asked me what was wrong I told. He fucks every girl that will let him.’ ‘That’s bullshit!’ ‘Then why don’t you tell Chantal where you were two days ago?’ ‘She knows I was here.’ ‘Then why don’t you tell her who you met in the west stairwell.’ Jean-Claude’s face went white and he turned to Chantal, watching the tears fill her eyes. ‘I didn’t meet anyone. I was here to see her.’ ‘He met me, Chantal.’ Katie spoke up, her eyes downcast. ‘I sucked him off in the stairwell. We usually meet downstairs, near the janitor’s office.