I watch as Patrice creeps out of our room, going to check on Peter. She knocks lightly on his door before entering. He is laying in bed, watching Pa...rice walk towards him. She kneels down next to his bed. “Sorry for walking in on you, I should have knocked. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I know that young guys do that, so I should have know better. Did you finish off after I left?”Blushing a little, Peter nods. “Have you jerked off tonight sweetie?” “Yes I did” he replies.“Where did. . Miss New Booty," Mark said, checking out her butt."Bubba Sparxxx? Awfully old, ain't it?"Mark's erection grew as he talked to her."Not older than that first choice you had. He had a message: Believe in your booty. Trust in your booty. Have confidence in your booty. Sound familiar?" Yeah. You're obsessed with it," She said laughing. She looked down at his obvious bulge. "Shit, you are obsessed with my ass. Sorry. You know... you might be on to something with this 'Miss New Booty' stuff. But. I reached her room, knocked the door . She came and opened the door and oh she was just looking gorgeous on her white sleeve and shorts. I went in , we talked for some time and she made some tea for us . We were sitting on her bed and having tea. We were sitting really close and when she was turning her head , her hairs were falling over my face….. ( ohh I loved that smell of her hairs). We finished our tea, kept our cup aside . Now I really wanted to kiss her. So I just kissed her cheeks and. It's really fucking cold.You pat your arms feverishly to no avail. Your mittens barely remedies the discomfort of the cool winter air. Fucking January. Every goddamn year it's the same. You're just getting home from grocery shopping, and you already feel like you might die of hypothermia.You reach the door to the apartment complex, and open it stiffly. You can only describe the sight that meets you in the entrance hall as shocking. In the corner, ducked under the stairway are two young women..