‘Alice came out of a known party pad. You followed her to her car, just to be sure no one bothered her, because she was alone. You weren’t quite s...re how high she was until she tried to drive. She weaved and so you stopped her. She tried to flirt with you, asking you to let her go. You didn’t respond and took her to jail. The proper procedure for a cop. She has to tell mommy something, so of course her story wanders to keep Mommy off her ass.’ ‘Or,’ Roger said, ‘You did all the right things. It weren’t easy but for a woman who wears a hot stud in her panties so that she could get her thrills while walking down a crowded street, standing or sitting in a crowded bus or metro or even on a roadside bench she had learned some control, but in weren't a plastic mechanical hot stud that was moving in and out of her, it was a hot live throbbing column of flesh and that made all the deference. She laying on her back, him on his side across the bed, her left leg between his and her right. After applying more lipstick, I head over to one of the “Cleopatra lounge chairs”, placed in an adjoining room off of the bathroom, sort of a quiet area. It was quite comforting. I kick off my shoes, put my feet up for a few moments, and lie back. In the distance I hear the bathroom door open and close. From where I was I couldn’t see unless I got up who entered, so I didn’t bother to open my eyes, it was so relaxing in here. “Oh excuse me.” Opening my eyes, the Spanish chick is standing in the. After all, last night Paris had spent the night after the girls had spent the evening studying together. The two girls had been teasing and fooling around in Rory's bedroom when suddenly they just found themselves in each other's arms. Casting caution to the winds, the two girls had made love until they fell asleep, once again in each other's arms.Rory had no idea what to say beyond returning Paris' greeting. "And good morning to you too," she said.Paris sat up. For a moment her lack of.