"Probablemente," he said, "these women have already gone home." But..." Alex stumbled over his words. "But I was drugged. With narcotics. Your own doc...or will tell you that. And they must have been drugged too." Si, si!" Castella was getting impatient. He was thinking of a hot, little chica waiting for him. One who needed some police protection. He grinned at the thought of the kind of protection he was going to give her. "What is it you have lost, senor?"Alex, despite his dismay, filled. "Keith? I can't sleep like this. I'm too used to the way we normally sleep ... and I'm angry. Not at you, or Mom and Dad. Maybe I'm angry at myself for not having the guts to tell them. I don't know. But we promised each other that we'd never go to bed angry, and now I can't help it. I'm ... I'm bloody-well furious!" Mrs. Hayes, get your pretty little ass over here under these covers so your husband can hold you the way he's supposed to," I ordered her. That must have been exactly what she. The following day was a riot. The graduates dressed in their gowns early and then mingled with the crowd of relatives and well-wishers. Hope introduced us to an unending string of her college friends, all of whose names soon escaped me. The question crossed my mind more than once to wonder which of them were just acquaintances, which were study-buddies, and which were maybe something more. However she was certainly "of age" now and the answers were none of my business. I couldn't even afford. We started meeting over coffee and would often tease one another by touching private parts. Once in a restaurant I was sitting beside her and slid my hands inside her jeans from behind. She was startled but I asked her to calm down or someone might look at us. For the first 15 days we just touched, groped or kissed. We didn’t go beyond that though both of us were dying to. We had a pact that we won’t be attached to each other emotionally coz it won’t go well for our respective futures. Her.