” Megan answered.“Hey Megan, Rick here, how are you?” I said, thinking I would see just how she greeted me today.“Hey back to you ‘stud’, ...how are you today, I’m so sore, it hurts to pee.” She told me.“Sorry about that Megan. I guess we got kinda carried away yesterday.” I apologized.“Rick, I’ll never regret what we did yesterday and I would let you put that monster back in me again any time.” Megan told me.“Then we’ll just have to get together when you are not so sore, I’d love to lay on your. That evening I purchased a sleeping bag then started looking for another residence. It was a shitty night on a very hard floor.She still has a key to the apartment and once burned twice shy. Searching the local paper for a reasonable abode and after calling several, one in particular tweaks my interest. It is a third floor two bedrooms in a working class area which is great, I can convert the second bedroom to an office my viewing appointment is tomorrow.It is mid July and so far it has been a. 45 minutes later were came back out and headed toward the parking lot, Sandy was staring at her brand new driver's license all the way to the car. When we got there I tossed her the keys."Why don't you drive us home?" I said as I got in on the passengers side.Sandy got into the drivers side, put on her seat belt, and started the car. She drove cautiously all the way home. When we got home Sandy rushed inside. By the time I had followed her into the house, she was already telling Mom all about. Linda had smiled and said that if she had, it was no doubt unintentional and there was no reason to worry about it. She herself had been unsure, which was why she had finally brought the subject up with an invitation to spend the night together. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.When they had finished the meal and were taking the elevator back to their respective rooms, Linda mentioned that like Colleen, she wasn’t going home until Monday, having booked a night flight back to Los.