After finishing the first round, I ordered a refill and went for the washroom.I had asked the bartender to keep my laptop bag in his custody till the ...ime I was there. When I returned to my place at the bar, I saw a paper napkin with a note saying, “This one’s on me.” I was amazed but did not want to get into any trouble. (Never accept a favor from someone who does not give it to you in the face.)I threw away the napkin with the note and asked the bartender to get me a fresh drink. I promised I. I found that her nipples were really hard and waiting for my attention. I inserted my hand into her top and inside her bra and started tweaking her bare nipples. She could not control anymore and started wriggling in my arms.We were both getting pretty horny now and each wanted to feel the other person up and so we decided to go into the toilet. However all the toilets in our compartment were really dirty and so we had to skip 2 compartments before we could find a fairly clean one and once. We never had sex, we were just too young. We always said that someday we would get married and have a family. We always argued what we would name our kids. She wanted two kids, Bart and Sarah, I wanted two also, Jacob and Mary. I always liked biblical names. I had heard that she had gotten married about five years ago. I remember mom telling me and I took it kind of hard. Funny, isn’t it. You have these dreams as a kid and they seem to stay with you forever. Like they just sit on the back. Brianna's suitcase was open and a few outfits were still hanging in the closet. Her toiletries were also spread across the bathroom counter and one of her bikinis was still hanging on a towel rod. I hadn't seen her since before sunset yesterday and as far as I could tell, she'd never come home.My first instinct once I'd finally emerged from my self-imposed meditation on all things Claudine-related was to panic. What if Brianna were injured, kidnapped, or even dead?Could I really be so sure our.