The room was a modern, up-to-date man-cave. “Whatcha’ drinking Liz…?” Sam asked. “…And you Jim.” “Ill have a double shot of Jack pleas...e,” I said confidently. “The same,” Jimmy said. “Where’s Mike?” “He’s on his way down.” Sam said. “Mike is my son Liz; I think you’ll like him.” “Cant wait,” I said and then winked. “I Hope he is as sexy as you are.” “Spitting Image doll…” Sam said happily. “…Hung like his ol’ man too.” The three of us laughed over Sam’s comment as I caught Sam’s son Mike come. I had called her a stupid bimbo, I did love her and one time I had told her that I loved her so much that there wasn't anything that she could do that would drive me away, but then what she had just done wasn't something that I ever imagined that she would do. Calling Chrissi a stupid bimbo wasn't exactly a good move on my part and I should have known better. Chrissi was a fiery redhead with a temper to match and I knew that she would react to what I'd called her, but I had never considered. Crystal felt like he was a human blanket, holding her, keeping her from drifting away in a silly cloud.She opened her eyes when she heard someone clear their throat. It was her mother, standing there, watching her. She was hot and sweaty looking, her hair a mess, white drops of come on her legs, and her skin with that sheen that said she needed a shower."Hi." Crystal tried to think, and realized she didn't want to."Carl called," her mother said. "He couldn't get hold of you. I told him you were. "She wants everyone to know that we're roommates, and not lovers."I whispered to her, "How does your roommate like your new strap-on?"She looked to make sure no one heard my whisper and then whispered back, "She loves it. She also likes guys, but with her living on campus during the week, it's hard to meet people outside of school." So you help her out while she continues to look." I don't talk about what we might or might not do in private." That's why they call it private. You skied well out.