And since they are, I know that you are hot in two fashions.”“That’s not fair, they weren’t hard before you molested me.”“Rii-igght.”We ...had reached my door, which I opened, entered, and then stood by the open door to let Rhee into the room. She headed toward my bed, grabbing the hem of her shirt. While her shirt was coming up over her head, I pushed her so that she’d fall on the bed. Rhee yelped and landed face first, whereupon I jumped on the bed and laid myself on top of her, reaching up to. I gripped her hips as we moved in sync to the tune of the booming music. We did not even know each other's names and yet, here we were, kissing and grinding away with people all around us. It certainly wasn't bothering anybody, there were lots of girls getting down and dirty.Our frenzied kissing soon grew out of control and we decided we should head for a slightly less crowded area. We walked hand in hand to a dark hallway adjacent to the main stage that had restricted access. The guard was. ‘Damn, it is good to see you here,’ he said as he silently thanked the powers that be for a safe flight. Hoisting her luggage into the bed of his pickup, he walked with her to the passenger side of the vehicle. Stephanie reached for the door handle as he unlocked it and he light-heartedly swatted it away. He opened the door and made sure she buckled her safety belt before trotting around to the driver’s side. Making sure he was secured, Jason started the truck. Slowly he wound his vehicle. "Hey," Duane replied. "I'm glad we could meet," he added, smiling."Yeah," I answered. "Me, too!" You look SO much like Tiffany," Duane observed. "I can see where she get's her looks!"I blushed then. I couldn't help it. I hadn't been complimented for my looks in years. Certainly not by my husband, who I had apparently become somewhat invisible over the years, and I liked Duane's compliment very much."Thanks," I replied.We ordered some lattes, and then sat there sipping on the thick, creamy.