She was still only wearing the towel she’d found after her shower and I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Her lips started to ...ander and somehow the towel came loose. The bulge in my boxers was heroic to say the least as this was the third time tonight. “Have you seen the time?” I asked as I tried to ease her off me.“Well past bedtime,” she replied, “coming?”And she stood up leaving the towel behind and wiggled her way seductively across the room. I could hardly say no,. She just sat on my couch with a haunted expression. Not crying, nor whimpering nor talking, she just sat there bleeding and suffering."Have you been raped? Who did this to you? Audrey, what has happened here? Talk to me, Annie." I said.She only said these words, "Not raped, boyfriend beat me up. He's stoned and lost it with me." She offered no other words.I guessed they had come back to Colorado over Christmas and probably had mixed it up some after smoking some weed and drinking too much at. «Se vi diamo fastidio, ci allontaniamo» gli dissi provocandolo mentre la mia fica gocciolava sulla sabbia.«No... no... non preoccupatevi» rispose il ragazzo balbettando.Così tornai verso Giorgio, mentre vedevo la ragazza del tipo che lo prendeva a gomitate perchè lui non smetteva di guardarmi. "Poverino, forse ora sarà venuto nel costume" dissi a me stessa mentre prendevo Giorgio per mano.«Dove mi stai portando?» mi chiese il mio amico.«Non mi dirai che dopo tutto questo spettacolo non ti sei. " he said, reaching his hand out."Nice to meet you." She said and she took his hand and shook it. "Where are you from?" she asked out of curiousity. "Surely not from around here." she added.He laughed. "No, not from around here. We're from New Jersey, actually." Ahh." she said. "I wasn't too far off, I was thinking more New York, though."The Puerto Rican man looked up at her. "Take a seat." he said as he moved over. He didn't have a puerto rican accent, but he did sound like he was from Jersey..