Holly’s last class was a lecture that ended at seven in the evening. Jake waited for her on a bench outside the science building, checking the photos uploaded to his cloud account. He should have been playing with his iPhone, maybe another level of Angry Birds or something, but until he got it back, he’d have to drag the MacBook around everywhere. There were no new images in his account that he didn’t recognize, so he flipped through the ones he’d taken at the club Friday night to see if they would jog his memory about the guy Holly knew.
It didn’t work. The night was still pretty much a blur in his mind, nothing but sound and touch, the ghostly feel of warm hands and a wet mouth on his stomach and c**k and balls. If he had a chance to do it all again, he would’ve maybe not had one too ma
