"Oh, nothing. You look ... different somehow."Well that didn't take long, I thought. 'Thirty seconds and she senses something's changed since I saw h...r just a few days ago. I tried to look innocent."I'm fine." Randy, you look better than fine. You look like ... I don't know." She shrugged. "More relaxed or something?" I do?"She rolled her eyes at me, her expression becoming affectionately stern. "Come on, tough guy, spill it."I swallowed a grin and tried to look mysterious.She snorted. "You. We rolled over so that I was on top of him so that I could return the favor and undress him now. When I went down on him I was trying to make it better than the things we’d done in the past—some of the tricks I have that I hadn’t shown him yet, and it worked. Right before he pulled me on top of him again he groaned and he looked down at me and says, “God, what are you doing to me?” And his moans and that voice are enough to get me going on their own…I moved back up to kiss him again, teasing. The older man had a set of gold coloured stripes sewn onto the sleeve of his t-shirt and from them I guessed that the man was a Petty Officer. All three were dripping wet and they looked chilled."Good day," I said rising up out of the seat that I'd been sitting in, "and welcome to Oak Hall. Might I suggest that you men come and stand by the fire and warm yourselves up?"The men didn't need me to invite them twice. The three of them moved over to the fire while I stepped away and in seconds they. When she brought Warren home from the hospital, that's the first thing he noticed."Where's all of Tim's shit?" He moved in with John, so I could stay with you as much as possible." OK."The next day, the police called. Warren went down to a lineup, and picked out the four guys. They were still attending Watson's campus meetings, and the police had grabbed them there, based on Warren's descriptions. And physical evidence proved that one of them was definitely the one who had raped Warren. Because.