Tum bataogi kya?"she looked at my face and nodded saying no."to fir unhe pata kaise lagega. Tum bekar ki chinta mat karo."So she said, "Ok. Aap apne r...om mein so jaiye, main doosre room meinso jaati hoon.So I said ok and wished her a "good night". Then I turned around andasked her, "Baad mein darr laga to?"She replied with a smile again, "To main aap ke paas aakar sojaaongi."This time I also replied with a smile and went to my room.As I told you I was already feeling horny watching that Blue. "Really, sounds like terrorist to me," I suggested."Oh I will definitely keep that in mind," he said as he walked toward his own car. "You know, I got to ask where you were yesterday, when he went to pieces, so to speak." You know I can't for the life of me remember the name of the motel where Bart and I went to celebrate. He might remember," I suggested. "I was pretty drunk you know." Yeah, I know. Somehow I don't think Bart is going to remember either. I also expect when I ask he is going to. Her room might not have been so warm and humid. She might have taken to sleeping with clothes on, as opposed to her normal ritual of sleeping nude. As all of that wasn’t the case, what she felt as she rolled along her bed was the cool caress of her blankets against her bare skin. The friction of it against her nipples. The way it cupped her hips. The way it teased between her legs, another part of her that was now as equally frustrated as her brain was.Gina wasn’t much one for ideas that. “Lo siento.Lo siento de verdad.” I smiled and hugged her. “Hos. Why are you being nice to me?” While I was holding Carla in my arms I looked at Snow and smiled again. “I don’t know how to be mean.” Snow looked at us and shook her head. “Damn it Hos. You’re making me go soft.” Snow wrapped her arms around Carla as well. She started to cry even more. “Even after all I did to you both. You’re still being nice to me.”Me and Snow looked at each other then nodded. We broke apart and I lifted Carla's.