I entered anyway and followed her shapely ass down the hall to the kitchen. "Yeah, I have to eat or drink something whenever I use this thing. It just...seems to drain me so much more completely that Mary does," she grabbed a plate of nacho chips and put some salsa in a bowl and then opened two beers handing one to me. "Beer is supposed to be good for nursing mothers but I think that is probably bullshit."I nodded, "But it tastes good so why not?"She smiled calmly. "Where's Mary?" I asked looking. My chest was tight, I was having trouble breathing. I was scared and excited both at the same time. As his hand moved on up my thigh I knew this was really happening. I was sure that everyone in the theater must be watching and knew exactly what was going on. Then he suddenly removed his hand and just sat there. At first I thought I’d done something wrong. But I hadn’t done anything. Now what, I wondered? What do I do now? Again I was both scared and excited and I realized didn't want it to. "Do you know you're the only person to sleep in the same place as me since I was in college?" she asked."I didn't know that," Bryant admitted. "Is that why you look so tired? I could have driven home or called a taxi." No, no," Jan said quickly. "That wasn't it. It was actually comforting to know you were downstairs. I just had a couple of nightmares. Nothing unusual." Nightmares are usual?" Bryant wondered.Jan shrugged."It's not really nightmares, I guess," she answered. "It's more just, I'm. I got my arm around her and pulled her to me tightly, regretting that the van door was between us. With her head lightly on my chest, I whispered in her ear, "Yes, you are truly a beautiful woman."She backed away, the smile on her face indicating that she appreciated my sentiments. With a little wave she turned to her van and started to get in. Then she seemed to change her mind. She fiddled with something for a minute or two, then turned and hurried back to my door."Where are you staying.