To My Favorite 18 Year Old Beer Drinker.put down the beer, youre too young. You need to be studying Anatomy instead of drinkingmuch better to know a womans body than increasing your own tolerance for alcoholtrust me.

Polarice, tlwfan05″most of my knowledge of medicine comes from my experience in emergency medicine (I am a former EMT).

To everyone else (sorry Im not listing everyone individually)”the cliffhangers are there because I like them. I like a story or a book that I cant put down. I did not, however, mean to leave you hanging this long. I have gone through a lot in my personal life over the past three weeks and am hoping things will settle down (Im not expecting them to, just hoping). Will I tell you if Bette lives or not? Noso get over it. You will learn this information when the time is right.

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Ill be back. Shane says, rising to her feet. Without another word or explanation, she walks out.

I look over at Dana to see a look of confusion mixed with utter terror. She thinks her friends are all falling apart and she doesnt know what to do. Just as the thought passes through my mind, she stands up and walks out. What am I going to do? I cant be the one to keep everyone together. I cant even handle it myself. I slump down in my chair and allow my mind to wander.

After I bring my mind back to the presentI realize that Dana is still gone. I better go find her. I stand up and walk out of the roomthen walk down the hall. Now knowing exactly where Im going, I end up in front of the ladies room.

I push on the heavy door and slowly enter the restroom. I hear the drip of a leaky faucet and look to see a mirror peppered with water spots and a sink dressed in moisture. I hear a faint sniffle at the far end of the restroom and slowly approach the handicapped stall. Placing my palm against the door, I find it unlocked. I slowly push on the barrier to reveal Dana slumped in a chair across from the toilet. Her face is in her hands and her shoulders are shaking. I close the stall and instinctively lock the door.

Dana, I say.

Startled, she looks up at me quickly with a lost look in her eyes. Her tear-streaked face tugs at my heart. Alice, she says, wiping her eyes and face. She sniffles to clear her nose as I kneel in front of her, placing my hands on her knees. The floor is hard and colda stark contrast to the Danas skin against my hands. What are you doing here?

Looking for you, I answer. Looking up into forlorn eyes, I cant help but sink into a despair I hadnt yet felt. I need her comfort as much as she needs mine. We have to keep believing that shell be okay. We cant let ourselves think anything different. I say the words, trying to convince myself as much as Dana.

I know. Itits justI dont know what well do ifif shes not. I meanBettes always the one that comes up with a plan. What are we gonna doyou knowabout Tonya? He words are muddled but coherent. Shes worried that we, her friends, cant handle that ***** without Betteand Im not so sure shes wrong.

LookDana. We have to believe that Bette will be okay. Shes too tough to let this get her down. Now come onwe should go back to the waiting room with the otherswe dont want to miss any news. I stand with Danas hands in mine and pull her up. She rises only to come face to face with me. Staring into her piercing eyes my heart skips a beat. Glancing down slightly, I spy her biting her lower lip. I feel a quiver run through my body and cant stop myself. Without my minds input I raise my hand to wipe away her tears. As she looks into my eyes Im taken back to that nightthe night I kissed herthe night she kissed me back. Concentrating on her lips I lean in a skim them with my own. When she reaches up to hold my waist I take the next step. I straighten my body and bring it into hers pressing my lips to hers. I feel the gap between her lips and take the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth. When I feel her tongue probing my own mouth, I lower my handswanting to feel her soft, smooth, toned skin against mine. I reach down to her waistband and, un-tucking her shirt, I reach in. Slipping my hand beneath her cotton briefs and past her warm, soft curls, I find a pulsating nub. She breaks our kiss with a gasp and grasps my shoulder as her body shudders. Her quivering ***** makes me want more as I start a slow, massaging rhythm on and around it. I feel her warm, gasping breath on my ear and neck as she holds me for support. I feel her juices flowing even more as I fight her clothing for a better position. I thrust my arm further into her pants and find her moist center. Inserting a finger as far as possible in this awkward position I hear a whimper escape her lips. I hear what sounds like whispering, but I didnt think anyone else was in here. My mind must be playing tricks on me. I continue my stroking of Danas womanhood before I make a startling discovery. SorryI cant, I hear a voice from outside the stall. If youd asked me yesterday I would have though. Who is she talking to? More than one person has been listening? Oh no! I remove my hand from Danas pants causing her to give me a confused look. She hadnt even noticed out company.

Oh, poopyshit! comes a different voice.

What they fuWhos there? My comment is more out of desperation than authority. I dont know if I should have asked, but I need to know who it is.

Alits meShane. Shane! I see Danas eyes grow large in astonishment.

*****! Shane, how long have you been there? I ask, as calmly as I can manage.

Uh, not long Al. I think Ill go back to the waiting room now, she answers before shuffling out of the room. Who the ***** was she talking to?

Alice! Danas voice is hushed, but exasperated. What the *****? Did she hear us?

I dont know, I whisper loudly, knowing Shane hasnt quite left yet. Listen, Shane wont say anything. We better get ourselves together and go back to the waiting room.

***** Al! How can you say she wont say anything? How do you know? Danas words come out louder than her previous statement.

Because shes Shane. I reach down for tissue to wipe my hand and glance up at Dana. Straightening her shirt, she shifts her weight.

God AlI need some time here. Can you go ahead without me? Her words are pleadingasking for my help.

Sure, I say simply. I walk out of the stall and to the sink. Turning on the faucet, I dispense the soap and look into the mirror. Thats when I notice the person Shane must have been talking to. Shes a young lady, about seventeen years old, and has a look of desire in her eyes. Looking down at my lathered hands, I think to myself, shes one horny teenager. Quickly rinsing my hands I grab a paper towel and dry them. Tossing the towel into the waste basket next to the teen I rush out of the restroom and back to the waiting room.

To Be Continued