It would not be good to leave wet shoe prints in the house. I shut the window once I was in and began a search for the library.The door to the library...was not locked and I opened the door. I did not want to turn on the lights, so I used a flashlight. I searched the desk and table looking for a clue that would reveal something about Marks and why he was meeting with Kund. Was it some Fascist plot against America or was it just an innocent thing. Now was the time to see plots everywhere, maybe I. But most importantly I am very passionate when it comes to loving a girl. Two girls with whom I have made love told me that biting their lips, arching their back, leaving out uncontrollable moans are some things that no girl can avert when I make love.The sex story concerns me and my juniors in masters degree. Her name is Mitali. She is not a sex goddess but she has good firm melons, cute face, good height, pretty face and nice ass. She always wore revealing clothes (especially when she was. Why would they even take such a step?’ She asked, taking another sip. Since we were childhood friends, we knew each other quite well. Betty, Veronica, John and I had been together since second grade. It was strange watching us together, Betty and John were white with blue eyes and golden hair, while Veronica and I were dark as the night. Even in grade school we knew we were going to be friends all our lives. It hurt knowing that it was not possible any more. ‘I know. I love John like a brother,. Shouldn't she, shouldn't he, be freaking out to wake uplike this?This young girl, she waddles gingerly after me as I go to the kitchen.She's having a tough time; she's panting, sharp breathes she doesn't wantme to hear.Before I can offer her anything, she gets Conrad's favorite cup out ofthe dishwasher. Sweet man that he is, he washed the dishes last nightafter I went to bed. She couldn't have known it was there.Could she? Well ... could she? She pours coffee just the way he does. Shecatches me.