Even Sly’s back was turned, but kept on sneaking glances back at me from time to time. Moreover, it really made me wonder who the hell was Sylar? Th...t Night I decided to cook the meal tonight, after all, he did save me. Not my parents. Porterhouse steaks with homemade French fries, mac ‘n’ cheese, and corn on the cob, were what I was making. And I knew Sly would love it. It was my specialty. Busy cooking, I did not hear the knock on the door. Murmured voices followed after, but I only thought. She should be sleeping like a rock.”I nodded. “I’ll look at her chart and see what can be done.”“If I thought I’d get away with it, I’d give her a sedative.”I didn’t say anything, but I gave her a look that made her shy away and go back to her other duties.I went to Dalton’s room and looked inside. She was sitting up in bed with her legs crossed, her arms crossed over her belly like she was holding herself together, and shaking with silent sobs. The hospital was quiet, so I didn’t have to speak. Touching my arm. Touching my leg.Leaning against me, closer and closer as the night drones on. Her naggy room mate gets up to use the bathroom, my room mate staring drunkenly into the fire, She leans over and kisses me. No one noticed. Games continue. She continues to sneak me kisses here and there however so sloppily. Her room mate decides to crash. She zips herself up in the tent. MY room mate, Ben, Continues drinking and singing merrily. He is enjoying his own company. Mandy asks if could. My fingertips drew slowly up the line of her smooth slit, coaxing her to open wider and let her pussy lips push out. Her skin felt delicate and warm, her pussy looked awesome.“Feels pretty clean.” I observed.“Feels pretty good.” Her voice was breathy, close to panting. My finger moved to her pussy lips, running up between them and feeling a hint of moisture. “Oh my.” she gasped. I didn’t need more encouragement and worked my fingers up and down her opening. Slowly I worked.