My mouth was hanging open in surprise. "M-Mrs. G-Grey!" i half shouted looking around my surroundings wondering if what was happening was even real. I... have been in love with my English teacher since 9th grade. Trust me, more than half the guys at our school talk about what they want to do with her in their car or even in one of the classrooms. I agree with them completely. With Long curly brown hair, creamy pale skin, long legs, an ass to die for and breasts that all you want to do is squeeze,. I arrived already slightly buzzed. I sat down and after a short time a few younger women cam over and sat down. Now I'm not homely, I'm 6'3" 215 lbs and I sport about an 81/2" cock.I talked to the girls for awhile, as best as I could anyway. One young woman in particular struck my fancy. Molly was about 5'6" slightly chubby but very, very pretty and she had a beautiful laugh and smile. We talked and drank awhile and then I had to get back to the hotel. I was pretty shitfaced and had a huge. Maybe I wastotally wrong and they were different people. I took a chance andsaid, "Actually it was Amy I wanted to speak to."There was a long pause before, "Why do you want to speak to her?" She was a great friend of my aunt, Laura Kramer," I continuedsticking to the third person. "And I?d very much like to talk to herabout their friendship. Also I met Amy when she worked in the RedHerring restaurant. Perhaps she could meet me somewhere for a drink?"There followed another longer delay. I could. Hands trembling, I pulled out my phone. It’s fine, I thought. I’ll just text Marie. She can let me in. But my thumb froze just before I hit ‘send’. Marie’s with Serge, down in Toronto.I groaned, and scrolled lower, picking out Peter’s number instead. It rang once, and went straight to voicemail. Shit. I stood there on the stoop, clutching the phone to my ear. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!Water started welling in my eyes. I rapped hard on the door with my fist, and hollered, knowing.