there, I think. They will meet up with some friends and play beer pong. Beer pong is when you toss a ping-pong ball across a table and try to get it into a plastic cup filled with beer on the opposite end. You then have to drink the contents of the cup. The better you are, the drunker you get. I have never played beer pong. In my story, the character is going to have sex with the killer, only she doesn’t know he’s the killer. I’m debating whether I should let the reader know that or not. On one hand, if the reader knows that the guy my heroine is going to have sex with is the killer, it would add a great deal of suspense. Every minute they’d be wondering if the heroine is going to be the killer’s next victim. On the other hand, that might ruin the surprise, the grand climax when the main character finds out the truth. Either way, they’re going to have sex, the cop and the killer. It serves my heroine right for being able to have adventures. My roommate and her boyfriend are sitting on a couch. I’m not sure how much they have had to drink. Whenever she comes back to the room she’s always pretty steady, so probably not that much. On the other hand this could be one of the nights when she crashes at her boyfriend’s place, in which case I don’t know. They’re making out. His hand is on her leg and moving up, and she’s pulling at his shirt. Somewhere behind them a guy yells stupidly and chugs a beer. I sip my tea. It has cooled down enough. The killer is wrapping his arms around my heroine’s waist, pulling her tightly to him. She is alone and stressed and hungry for him. He kisses her gently, on her forehead, her nose, her cheek, her ear, but his death grip makes his kisses lies. She groans. My roommate and her boyfriend really love each other. They’ve known each other since high school. Lived in the same neighborhood since forever. He brings her lunch to our room on the weekends, and she’s been online for forever trying to decide what to get him for Christmas. They fit together seamlessly, gentle words, finishing each other’s sentences, teasing glances. They have left the party and are walking again. It’s late. They will go to his place, where they can be alone. Mom sent me Milano cookies in the mail. I love her for it. Chocolate always makes a good substitute.
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