I cried myself to sleepthat night.Chapter 2Since it was a Saturday, I didn't have to get up and go to work. I stillwoke up early but I stayed in bed v...egging out. I finally got up out ofbed when my stomach wouldn't quit growling at me. It was highlydispleased with me since I skipped my evening meal. I picked at abreakfast that I couldn't really taste, not that I wanted to. I seemedto have lost the feeling of importance of food. I ate mechanically andignored anything else I was feeling. I still. My parents knew about it and I didn't go out of my way to hide it. My dad checked it every now and again and as long as there wasn't enough to throw a party or anything, they let it slide. I fished out a cold can and handed it to Danielle. I got one for myself and then settled back into my chair.She popped the top and took a long swig. "Aaah," she sighed happily. "It's good to be home."I looked around my situation for just a moment. Most guys I knew wouldn't be caught dead spending any personal. Stalking her across the bed, I began to rub the tip of my cock on her thigh. "Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad," I babbled.Losing balance, I collapsed on top her, breathing in starts."Gary, no!" she cried, waking and pushing me away. "Get off me."Thankfully her fatigue and lots of apologies saved me from a severe roasting, though I suspected there'd be trouble the following morning. I reached out once more to offer a consolatory touch but my hand was brushed aside. Rolling over to the very side. It said “Are you in your hotel room stroking your cock?” I replied “Yes. Thinking about you. Tease” “I’m downstairs” “Serious?” “Yes” “Room 505. Come up” “Ok. Promise you are not a psychotic killer.” “LOL. I am not a psychotic killer.” A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it up to see her standing there wearing jeans and a tight fitting top. She was barely inside the door when I gave her a huge hug and started kissing her slowly and passionately, sometimes breaking.