Things always seemed to come in threes. So in his despair, he started the routine of banging his head against his knuckles. He had told himself, when ...e was finished, he would go in, get a bottle of 20 year old Scotch and drown his sorrows.Before he could beat his forehead against his knuckles the second time, there was a face on the other side of the window.Someone else was there. Tapping on his window. What on earth could they want with him. He just wanted to get his Scotch and go home and. His family had sent him to school in Straitsville because the school had a good reputation, and to get him away from the memory of his dead twin. Despite neglecting his studies for so long, he was actually doing okay, though he should have been in college. He was a young man with lots of secrets.It was easy to manage 'Erika'' who had changed her name from Kireka (Kirka) just like that, because Paul's friend had misunderstood! This, plus a few other items, showed Paul that Erika was easily to be. "Let's go sit in the lounge room and talk ok?"I unlocked my bedroom door and went into the lounge room. She was sitting on the couch and was obviously drunk. Her makeup had run down her cheeks, her hair was dishevelled and her skirt had ridden up exposing the darker band of her control-top pantyhose on the top of her thighs. She saw me looking and straightened her skirt and smoothed her fingers through her hair."Sit next to me Mike; we have to talk," she said patting the space beside her on the. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs and cupped her perfect little ass. “Like grapefruit,” I thought.I cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She leaned in, her hair falling around my face, beckoning me to suck on her nipples. I took one in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. My hands were around her back caressing her gently. She leaned down and started to kiss me, softly at first, but soon her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were working their way down to my waist. She pulled.