- Stay here. - Andrew said, standing up. - I'll be right back.
Cathy lifted her body and forced herself to sit up, at least on her side, because she knew she would probably fall asleep if she remained lying down. She reached for her glass that was on the center table and took the last sip of Mezcal she had. Andrew came back from his room with a pack of condoms and threw them on the same table. Cathy had a pack of condoms in her purse, but she didn't even bother to say that; rich/free spirited men like Andrew are often too paranoid about it, she knew it too well (and those who weren't usually have half a dozen kids they try to hide). Andrew climbed on top of her again, this time she was on her side. She realized that he was being so gentle and caring because, as he said, he got her pleadin
