” She walks towards the phone.The guy tries to calm her down and lowers his own voice. “Hold on, miss. My name’s Michael Day and I leased this h...use for this morning from Cal Johnson to shoot a movie, and no one but my crew is allowed on site.”“Well, I’m Karly Johnson, and this is my house, not Cal Johnson. Cal is my step-dad, and he must’ve conveniently neglected to tell me about this contract. And he didn’t know I’d be home from college this weekend. And, if anyone’s going to leave, it’s. ‘Come over.’ ‘What, now?’ ‘No, next week. Of course now!’ I didn’t know whether to be angry that he interupted, or flattered that he wanted me to come over. ‘Matt, I’m in class. I can’t just leave.’ ‘It’s an emergency.’ Emergency my ass, I thought to myself. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Nothing’s wrong. My parents will be gone for the next couple hours, I thought you’d like to spend some time with me since we haven’t been alone in a month. But I understand if your class is more important.’ It suddenly. A larger problem than the infidelity and my betrayal of Jerry's hospitality and friendship was the fact that Chris and I were falling in love. She began talking about divorcing Jerry.I knew I had to leave if I wanted to end it. I went to Alaska -- the wild and untamed frontier, even then. Working and making big money went to my head. I was really full of myself -- cocky, the way only a 23-year-old guy can be. I'd been there through the summer season and went back home, back from the Frontier,. The memory faded again. I wanted to remember, but I couldn’t. Sitting there on the bed, tasting the signs of another woman’s sexual arousal, I found myself touching my nipples. Their sensitivity was heightened, almost matching that of my clit. I wanted to keep on doing it. I was kneeling on the bed, massaging and cupping my breasts, pinching the nipples until they could grow no further. I caught sight of my own reflection in the long mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. My excitement.