I arrived at the pizza parlor/bar at about 9:00. I had completed my final exam and was allowed to leave the class. My friend Frank Simmons was with me... as we drove from school to the bar. (Oh, to be 22 again.)We went in and sat down and ordered a pitcher of drafts. We ordered a large garbage (that is what we called it) pizza. It was an eighteen inch Chicago style pizza with everything but anchovies. After the pizza was gone, we ordered another pitcher and Frank noticed two ladies in a booth by. We stopped on the walk back to his hotel and grabbed a twelve pack of beer - which we immediately cracked upon entering his hotel room. It was your typical hotel room - a king size bed, two chairs and table in the corner, a small tv on the dresser. As he sat in the chair across from me, I noticed him frequently adjusting the bulge in his slacks. Unlike my two previous West Palm sexcapades, I decided I would be the aggressor this time. I walked over to his chair, straddling him and planting. She was as deep into this lustful wanting as me. It was December that our indescribable chat sex began. I can’t relay to you the depth of words that were exchanged. It was “No Holds Barred”! I did most of the chatting. I wonder why? I got off so hard knowing she would do anything I asked. It was amazing that my naughty little cousin got off on my 29 year old ass! We were playing out, on line, a dance that we new would become a real, physical, experience at the next reunion in August, 9. “I’m…I’m what? But I didn’t do anything!” she exclaimed, her tone sounding defeated.I could hear the man grab her wrist and slam a handcuff roughly on it, instructing her to turn around. Fuck! What should I do?! What should I do?!I couldn’t transition back to normal when I was under this much stress, and even if I did look normal, I couldn’t make the police officer stop! At least, not without getting myself arrested too! And in the end, that wouldn’t help her out, which meant there was no way.