Carnival EroticaChapter 4
It was after three a.m. when Kristy quietly let herself into the apartment. She had hoped to find Shari asleep, but her friend, who was in the kitchen pouring herself a fifth cup of coffee, came running into the front room. "Kristy, where in the world have you been? I've been worried sick!" "I'm OK. I took a long walk to do some thinking," lied her roommate. "You don't sound OK. Your voice sounds different somehow." "I'm just tired." "I called Eric, but he said he hadn't...