Fast forward two weeks to the end of the workshop and everyone was getting trashed at a farewell party and we ran into each other. She looked AMAZING ...n a black tube top and tight leather pants and she was also slightly intoxicated, but not flat-out drunk. We started dancing and she turned and slid her ass back against my pelvis as I had my hands on her hips. I could feel myself getting aroused as I turned her back around and pressed her firmly to my chest and I could feel her breasts heaving. My relief showed up and I closed out and took the box to the office where Jerry and boy were sitting, robes open, waiting on me. I knew what was happening at got an instant hard on - both noticed, grinned and offered me a bourbon on the rocks. (my first). We talked and drank some bourbon. Jerry came over and began rubbing my shoulders and chest. Boy toy was massaging my feet. My dick was rock hard and Jerry offered a massage on the table in his office (how convenient, hu?)As it turned out, I. She seemed to like him. The other guys weren't happy. Again, I didn't care. One day I left a text book at her place after we worked on our group project. I reluctantly called her and asked if I could swing by to pick it up. I legitimately needed this text book to study. She told me to come over, and for the first time in weeks we were civil toward one another. She was acting a little weird but I didn't care to ask her what was up. I walked in to grab the book and wanted to leave. She kept. “My name isn’t Fred. Maybe that was cute when there were two of us and we were a matched set – what was it you said? They were twins, right, your fictional Fred and George? Well, it’s not cute anymore. My name is Daniel.”I nodded sadly. “Fair enough. I’m sorry, Daniel. I don’t have anything clever to say. I can’t make it better. I am sorry that this happened – that you’re sick, and that he didn’t survive.”I was greeted with silence. I reached out and gripped his hand lightly, then stood. “If I.