We get closer and closer. I sometimes tell her that I like girls too. She's straight btw and jokes about it "Well do you like me?" "Yeah you are such ... hottie" and she seems happy. Well, so am I.Our crazy moment started at a wild party. I came to the party right after my flight with my uniform and pantyhose. Aileen was there already, chatting with several guys. So I joined them. Drinks and drinks after we, five guys, me and Aileen, ended up in a private room."I say we play truth or dare!". That means cooking." Are you sure I'm not, like, IMPOSING?" No, seriously, Stoney enjoyed you playing with us." Is he coming home at the same time?" she asked."Maybe not. He's finishing a project. He said he wanted to get to a good stopping place before Christmas." I'm leaving school. Can I come straight there?" Come on," I said."Oh, thank you, Jo. I'll be there in a bit."I had to report that to Stoney. A quick email works. It's more discreet than a phone call or a text. and it's gone. That. I didn't give him a chance. I swung the other way catching him behind his other ear. He fell motionless bleeding slowly from both ears. I patted him down and found his knife and my pistol. I left the knife. The prisoners started to talk and I shushed them. In Spanish, I told them that, if they wanted to escape, they could follow me. I quickly walked away from the spot and went to ground in another building.All six followed me. Once inside, I whispered, "Tell me your story quietly and quickly.". However, pious indignation took over her again, and her demeanour went back to being full of hatred towards the artist. Marcella’s beautiful, blue eyes travelled along the naughty pastel image of Mary and placed themselves upon the Virgin’s crotch once again. She was unable to set her eyes anywhere else but on that heavenly, confusing view. From far away, she noticed, the Virgin’s underwear looked white; but as Marcella examined the screen from up close, she realised that the Virgin’s knickers.