Then one or more of them will tell a reporter every one of your dirty secrets, even ones that aren't true."That's how reporters make their living. The...y make stuff up. I need you to trust me, and let me help take care of this until it blows over. But first, you need to call your sister and tell her that you and Cindi are out of town for a week to get away from all of George's drama. That way, when the police look her up to find you, all that matters is that she will assume and tell them you two. I changed my clothes and washed up in the bathroom. When I returned to my room, you had already started a movie and was comfortable in my bed. I lay beside you, under your arm as you kissed my forehead. Then my nose, to cheek to the other before moving finally to my lips. We kissed so passionately, your hand on the side of my face. Your kisses became rougher and you were gripping at my face. I wrapped my arms around your neck, pulling you closer to me. You moved on top of me, kissing my neck. Oh, shit. Did I just blurt those things out loud in the library? Apparently so. Damn that Solomon! I stood there, flustered. Solomon gently took my arm, and asked me to join him for coffee. I don’t know why but I accepted. We went to this little café located right next to the Ryerson University library. Once there, we had a fairly interesting chat over coffee. Solomon was fairly interesting and quite intelligent. We talked about many things, from the aftermath of the Arab Spring in the Middle. "Stand up." I hopped down and toppled over. Mistress Mary movedout of the way and let me collapse. Luckily, I had my hands free, so Icould break my fall. "Get up." I stood back up, carefully balancing onthe heels. "You will find it easier to wear high heels, if you keepyour weight over the balls of your feet." I shifted my positionslightly and it did feel more stable."Mistress Mary returned to her desk, where she picked up a black leatherrod with a loop at one end and a small flap at the other..