"How about this," she said, pulling a small transparentbag out of her bra. "I have something else that may help you relaxeven better than a blow job. ...nterested?"Calvin looked at the bag, small and discreet, with a good amount of awhite powder. "For sure, yeah. Ladies room, still?" I have a better idea. How about the roof?" Never been there. Lead the way, then. And how do I call you?"She grabbed Calvin by the hand and snuck into the employee area, thento a staircase with him. "You can call. Studied his girlfriend. He simply loved looking at her. Despite his occasional episodes of cheating, he was under no illusions that Jennifer wasn't the hottest girl he'd ever seen. He knew she was, and he was definitely proud to be with her. Besides the fact that she had become quite the eager little nympho, she was also talented, smart and funny. Maybe even more importantly, she was good-natured and easygoing. Jen was that rare hottie who also had the proverbial 'good personality.' She knew he. "Shall we say Grace?" her grandfather asked from the head of the table. No one said anything. The first person to agree would get the honors. Sarah looked at her older brother who gave her an elbow. "How about you, Sarah?" her grandfather said. "Now that you're in college, we hardly get to see you. Why don't you say Grace and show us how smart you are?" Well... " she began, but stopped herself. Her stomach rumbled and she burped-up a mouthful of malt-liquor. She forced herself to swallow it.. Suddenly everything comes flooding back. It wasn’t a dream, last night was real. I clasp my hands onto his injured arm, wiping away the blood from the wound I created and lean down to kiss it. “Asmodeus,” I beg, speaking into his arm, “forgive me.”I ask this not because I’m afraid of him but because I am genuinely mortified that I hurt him and worse, that I forgot him, if only for a moment.He stops stroking my hair and slips his arm under my body. Shifting his other arm lower, he hooks it.