I duck walked over to it on shakey legs and felt bad as I read the letter.Chris's name was the first one at the top,and He signed it a second time aft...r everyone else had. I was moved beyond belief at all of the well wishes and the sentiments of gratitude for a wonderful time spent among loving friends. There was a P.S. at the bottom that stirred my curiosity.P.S.: I told You earlier that You weren't allowed to cum till I gave You Your Final Birthday Present. Go to Your bedroom. You will find. As I lightly kissed her chest, I thought that her heart was going to jump out of her chest, specially as my hand dipped into her panties."Baby?" She pleaded, "I so tired and it's so late.... How about tomorrow night?"I lifted my head and noticed her nippes. They were not only rock-hard, but they were red and tender-looking! The area around her areolas was also red, as though her nipples and breast had been roughly abused. Her eyes met mine as I slid further down her torso."No Baby, Please" she. I held it in my hand and thought about Nina’s request. She needed a mentor and not a girlfriend. I knew without my help that Nina could get mixed with the wrong people. Nina was naive and beautiful. She reminded me a lot of myself. I would have a decision tomorrow.Later, my phone rang, and I answered.“Hello, this is Kristen.”“Hi, Kristen, I just wanted you to know that you were right. My panties were wet. I could not believe the effect you had on me. Talk with you tomorrow,” said Nina.On my. Or are they?Secrets and lies to protect the innocent - or is it to protect theguilty? Only time will tell.The memories of the visit to that layby recovered distant memorieshidden deep and almost forgotten, akin to having too much to drink, thenacting in an idiotic way and doing things that you later deny doing whenin reality you do recall.Selective memory is a handy thing; you deny things you clearly rememberto avoid that "Oh God, I did, didn't I?" moment, and also you use it toembarrass others.