's room for hours making a lot of noise. It was fucking annoying, especially if I was trying to study, but also because I didn't have a boyfriend at t...he time.Having to hear them made me feel kinda lonely and even more horny than I already was. Then when she got drunk, she would tell me and our other roommate how fantastic this guy was in bed, and how amazing he was “going downtown." That was her term for it. I probably had to hear about that at least three times. I really fucking hated her.One. I was a little hard just talking to her, because on top of how she looked and how pleasant a person she was, she also had always possessed one particularly sexy mannerism. She tended to sigh. And apparently, she sighed even more during phone calls, directly into the mouthpiece, so while I’m on the phone persuading her to come, and that I don’t mind at all, and that I wouldn’t even hear of accepting even a penny from her, I got hard. The emotional upheaval of the fire, even though it was. I probably wouldn't be doing this if it had been any other woman but her in the club on Friday night. I'm reasonably certain that I would have gone up to a strange woman if I had seen someone drug her drink and I would have told her what had happened. Or, if I left a club and noticed an obviously drugged or intoxicated woman being taken into an alley by two men I would have interceded.I let it happen to Karen because of who she was and what she did to me seven years ago when she was a shallow. As I pulledit around my heel I could see that it did indeed have a slightly darkerwhite reinforcement there and it almost looked sexy that way. Iremembered when my mom used to wear nylons that had a similar heelreinforcement way back when I was just a little boy. Strange that I evenremembered that. I guess it didn't mean anything to me back then. But itsure did seem to matter now. The sensations that were running through my body were unlike anything I'dever felt and my penis was drooling as.