She was so tight that it is hard to explain what this felt like. It was the most amazing pressure that seemed to change but get better with every angl... and every grind. I eventually steadied her hips and held her still as I started to slide in and out of her. I came almost all the way out with every stroke, and when I would get all the way in, I would thrust forward making sure to get as deep as I could. I leaned back taking my forearm off her back and placing my hand on her shoulder. Now. Darla laid there afterward dejected.Things only got worse when Ben started ignoring her. He wouldn’t answer her calls or return her messages. This why Shelly came back to the room one afternoon to find Darla crying her eyes out. Sitting down next to her, she pulled her tight as she cried. Shelly already knew the story without asking. She had seen it with her last roommate. She thought, these young girls never learn, don’t give it up to the first guy, but Shelly also saw her opening to get what. My escape looked out upon a deserted alleyway littered withrefuse. Thinking my inappropriate footwear was still better thannothing; I slid the high-heeled pumps out the window and carefullystepped on the sink to crawl outside. Once I was free of my prison Iwiggled my toes into the women's shoes and peered down the alley. Wherecould I go to escape the embarrassment of my predicament? My mind wasforced to recall the events of the morning that led me to my currentsituation. It was Saturday. Now the dance is over, and I sense that something is going to happen, and quickly. Giulia is taking me by the hand and leading me away from the terrace and across the grass. I imagine that we are going to the old chapel again, but we are taking a different direction.I suddenly remember Gastone's card in my pocket. The words are in Italian, but I don't understand them. 'Sto per sborrarti in faccia.'I show the card to Giulia, and she takes my hand and covers her mouth."Oh, Suzy... it says. I am.