I got them... off... off your computer." Oh sure, now that makes sense. Yesterday when we were at church Paul told me that you had come over and fixed...the computer for him. I really didn't think anyone would ever find these files but then no one should have been using the computer but Paul, his father and me. God Damn it, these are personal files, and something that no one should have ever seen. Shit, you should be ashamed of yourself invading my privacy like that. God Damn it Greg, I thought. Our room, 31, (“trente et un” Michelle taught me how to say) was small but functional. I’m not sure but that we didn’t just unpack and get in bed immediately. Pretty sure we did (!). Dinner was at a local restaurant we walked to, upon recommendation of the proprietor of the hotel. It was lovely. I started with tomatoes and mozzarella, sprinkled with basil, then had andouille sausage. We retired at a decent hour for our first ever night together when our families were not nearby. Did we make. Who was that girl?And why did I feel it necessary to tell her that information? Come to think of it, I can't remember what information I told her. I rubbed a sore spot on my head. Probably the wrong information if she messed up.I put my finger on the Q button and wiggled it for a few minutes.The boards lit up.Lucky for me that they were not far wrong when they claimed that nearly dead I could still run this ship. I did a few system checks and stabilized a few systems. From this I learned I gave. But I liked it, and those same photos flash in my head.I don’t know what came over me, I take his hand and lead him to that very room, he does not resist and obediently follows me. We go in, I close the door to the lock, kiss him, untie my tie, throw off my jacket right on the floor. His hands wander around my body, he turns his back to himself, I feel a boner, he whispers in his ear that he has long wanted to fuck me, but it turns out the opposite, you are the initiator. A crafty Smile on his.