The panic in her voice was lovely to hear."You've only got yourself to blame," I said with a laugh. "You treat me like shit then expect me to be nice ...to you." No, I'll be nice to you from now on," she squealed again. "I promise." Yeah, right," I said turning away. "If you're going to be nice to me, why don't you take your dressing gown off."I waited for the explosion and I wasn't disappointed."What! You little shit," she shouted. "I won't do that even if I was grounded for a month." Be more. “Ooh! You’re nice and smooth too” she squealed, as I rubbed myself for her. I was already a little wet from our chat on the ride home, but the sight of this sexy redhead undressing for me was putting me over the edge.I tried to remain calm and slowly stroke myself, propping my knees up to give my friend a nice view. I massaged my thighs as I gazed back at her, wondering how she would react.Suzy got out of her black dress and stood there posing for me in her lacy white undies. Her mischievous. Of course it was madness to attempt this ascent alone and with minimal gear. Of course I knew that there was a good chance to die. Maybe it was an attempt at suicide, trying to tempt fate to reunite me with you. In the first year after you’d been gone, I had taken so many drugs that it was a miracle that I survived, until Simon interfered and got me to agree to therapy. Had it worked? I had not taken any drugs since, left the band, left everything I knew behind, sold our house in Scotland and. She was performing at UCLA and Rosalie had tickets for us. She wanted me to be excited about it, but I had to fake that. I've had to fake a few orgasms. It always gave me a shitty feeling. Now I was faking again. Rosalie was pretty sharp. I think she had faked her share. She looked at me kind of strangely, didn't call me on my crap right there, but she wasn't real chatty after that, either.She invited me back to her house to swim in her pool and to hang out some...I thought we might have some.