Without asking questions, she seized it and followed him into the bathroom, where clothing Yoko were mixed with those of Bill across the room.
He went into the shower like that in the afternoon, when Yoko was washed into his room and turned on the water.
The young man then began to remove all jewelry, rings, necklace with silver skull that hung on his thin bare chest, his glove in net.
Yoko knew then that the "come take a shower" really meant "Come, take a shower, and she had a panic.
No no no, she was not ready at all to such a thing.
She was ready to make love to her ten minutes ago, but for her, there was a significant difference between privacy to make love with someone and take a shower.
She was ready to say no to the young man, but he turned around and the look he gave her made her feel like a melting ice cube on a hot plate in the middle of the desert.
He gently detached white bathrobe belt and put his hands on his shoulders for Yoko drag ashore.
She shuddered and bit his lip.
Steam moist and thick billowing from the shower, and Yoko did not dare move a muscle, completely naked in front of Bill, who never took his eyes look. He then retired
his trousers and boxer with a shaky hand, Yoko and closed his eyes with all her might as if she expected to wake with a start in the opening.
She felt the hand of his and Bill take the lead in the shower hot.
- It's too hot ... "she uttered without daring to look elsewhere than in the eyes.
He turned and settled the temperature a little colder. Yoko
closed his eyes again and let the water run over his face, as if to wash away all the crap she made tonight.
The jet of water coming out of the ceiling was quite broad, but not enough for two, and Bill came literally stick against it, catching the small sample of gel to the body on the ledge near him and began to 'to scatter about him and Yoko.
She looked at the wound on his cheek and grabbed his chin to see better, while he was lather on his left arm.
- The dressings will go with the water ... "she said softly.
- Do not worry, we will of others.
- Will hurt you,
- No.
- I'm so sorry Billy. Forgiveness.
He shook his head and wrapped the girl in his arms.
She felt all her little body shuddering end against hers and closed his round her arms around him, stroking his back full of fragrant foam.
She moved away from him to contemplate.
Her hair was matted down his face and large gleaming black streaks down her cheeks.
She grabbed the small towel on the support face and began to take away everything that flowed beneath her black eyes, being careful not to put soap in her eye.
She began to cry.
Billy gently grasps the towel from the hands of Yoko and fell to the ground, and he sprang to his lips, giving her kisses wet, fragrant and delicious.
- Show me how it is ... I love Yoko ... he murmured.
He overlaid gently against the wall of ice shower and grabbed one of his legs that he brought to his waist.
And they made love.
Yoko shook his whole body when the Bill still quivering his left.
The young man cut off water and, without a word went out Shower seek bathrobes and towels.
They rushed in and curled on the bed fresh and clean Yoko.
Lying in front of one another, they looked a long time.
- And now, what will happen, Yoko repeated stroking his face.
- I know. Billy ended.
Yoko fell asleep even before the young man finishes his sentence, and fell into a deep sleep and disturbing or she could see Bonnie go with Bill making fun of her.
She awoke with a start, short of breath, seeking light in darkness blue part of an object that could tell him where she was.
And in ten seconds, while he returned to his eyes.
Bill.
She felt the pillow next to hers, but there was no one, the room was empty. Yoko
heaved a deep sigh and said he was simply returned to his room as he had promised to Saki.
She put her head on which he had served as a pillow and tried to discern the smell, but it felt nothing. It must be that it was long gone.
It was half past one in the morning and Yoko slept like a log.
- Yoko!
- Mmmm ...
- Yoko you wake up it's me!
The girl opened her eyes slowly. A familiar face appeared before her.
- Terry
She sat up in bed to face her friend. It was exactly the same state as the last time she had seen her smile on his face and half drunk, and do not be absolutely had to run details of his eventful evening with Billy.
- But what are you doing in bed already! We have just come back with the boys and continue the evening in Tom's room, just is waiting for you!
Yoko tried to get together and discovered that she was still naked under his white sheet.
- Uh ... had a slight bad trip earlier ... actually about eleven I'm gone ... Is that Billy is with you?
- No ... Tom told me he went to bed at the same time as you ... you're back together?
- Uh ... yes,
- And ...? she asked, her eyes shining.
- And ... what?
- Well, it has not happened?
Yoko shrugged.
- Tse, when Bill decided to go bed huh ... "she said, embarrassed.
She had as yet no desire to share her story with that whatsoever, she even wondered if it was really past.
- Ok, bah dressed up! We will end the evening there!
Yoko rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his long unkempt hair.
- I'm coming.
She pulled her jeans and pulled out a new t-shirt from her bag and ran a quick concealer and mascara on the eyes.
Despite his evening, she was not so bad.
They left the chamber Yoko climbed and reached a stage in the corridor as a result of boys.
Passing Billy's room, Yoko could not help slowing down.
Terry watched her taking her hand.
- Do not worry, I'm sure he thinks of you. She said, making him one of his smiles confident that Yoko knew by heart. They
toquèrent in room four hundred and one. You could hear the music into the hallway.
- ENTREZZZZ
Terry had a smile from ear to ear, opening the door, she seemed to have had a damn good evening.
Girls entered the wonderful suite. It was
mess and it smelled of cigarettes. The music was strong, Yoko recognized the voice of Billie Joe on the rhythmic beats of Green Day.
There was Gustav who was smoking a cigarette near the open window, Tom sprawled on his couch who drank no one knows what kind of pure alcohol, and Andreas ....
When she saw she had a new punch in the stomach.
As for him, he smiled gently as if nothing had happened.
Yoko wondered if others were updated of what had happened.
Tom rose from his couch and ran into his arms, he was very drunk too.
Yoko
closed her arms around him, laughing.
She dared not look in the direction of Andreas, and was content to accept the glass of alcohol that handed him watching Terry ... sit beside a girl, she had absolutely not noticed on entering.
Yoko blinked several times eyelids and frowned while diving lips into his glass of whiskey so pure that it sickened nearly all sick.
The girl in question was platinum blonde, tiny, very pretty and looked young.
"Where she goes out that there ... "Yoko asked himself looking away with an air of false distracted.
Anyway, Terry seemed to get along with.
- Yoko Hey hello! it's going? Andreas suddenly threw him smiling softly.
The girl had one wish from him swinging his glass to his face as hard as she had struck the cheek of Billy earlier.
The worst is that he seemed sincere.
- Hi, "she replied.
He beckoned to sit beside him, and she has complied cons heart.
To his surprise, he apologized directly.
- I'm sorry Yoko. I think I had no right to judge you like that, and I'm really sorry that've heard it and ... uh ... I'm sure Bill knows what he does.
Yoko stared into his eyes one minute, trying to detect any weakness in his eyes, then, feeling serene, she smiled.
- Do not worry, it's over. But what ... is ... uh ... someone else knows?
He chuckled.
- For everyone, Bill and you are left together because you were tired ... There Saki who has that and the driver of the car which are current. So he told me, they'll have picked up a mess ... "he whispered.
Yoko put her hand on his forehead and closed his eyes agree.
It was three o'clock in the morning and she was still a little fragile stomach and tired dramatically.
spirit lost in another world, she wondered what she did not care where and why she had followed Terry.
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