This was her first job; I mentioned this this was mine as well – though I'd spent parts of two years at the Australian Museum. When she asked what I... did, I said "entomology," which appeared to startle her. Her dad had been a banker but had invested in a balloon ride company. A few years ago he had fallen victim to a (rare) accident, which left his widow, son and daughter handsomely financed. Melissa didn't sound very upset, but (after two more glasses of wine) she revealed that he had spent a. In seconds she looked angry. I was shocked as well. I had never looked directly into her eyes before, and I had certainly never made an overt acknowledgement of her presence during all the time we had ridden together. Her angry appearance embarrassed me. I felt my face flush and I knew I was showing the telltale redness that itself worsened my embarrassment. The remainder of that trip to 116th Street was agony for me as I tried to focus on my textbook. When the doors opened at 116 I jumped up. "Oh that is not much time," I pointed out."I can come to your house tonight for help. I also need a letter of reference," she demanded."But the Christmas formal dance is tonight," I explained."So?" she replied."I have to supervise it," I pointed out."I will be over at seven. It shouldn't take long," she decided for me.I paused, before succumbing to her strong-willed personality, "Ok, but I need to be at the dance by eight." Whatever," she said, leaving class. She stopped at the door, before. ” Scott was kidding about going to a cheesy motel. He actually pulled into a Marriott hotel. “I’ll be just a minute. Wait in the car and I’ll get the room. Be right back sweetie.” While Scott went to get checked in, I went into my purse and fixed my make-up and brushed my long brown hair. I was looking forward to having sex with Scott. He was right, I have wanted to sleep with him for the longest time. I knew we were going to have a really wild time. “Okay, I got the room. I’ll pull over.