I ended up going to Rocky at about 1:30 (it was over at 2). After­wards, Megan and I sat around, try­ing to decide what to do. She told me that her fam­ily was going away for the week­end. I didn't know what to think about it. I cer­tainly didn't want to be for­ward about our rela­tion­ship, nor did I want to get her in trou­ble with her par­ents, and have them hate me. But we ended up going to her house. After a lit­tle while, we called Jake, and he came over. We (mostly Megan and Jake) made din­ner, and then we watched some movies. Jake had to go home at mid­night. So did I …

I had left my car at Rocky, so Megan's nosy neigh­bors wouldn't know I was there. At about 12:30, Megan said that she really didn't want to take me to get my car. So I spent the night …

It was won­der­ful. We slept together on the floor in her base­ment. I didn't try any­thing, nor did I really want to. I was con­tent with just lay­ing there with her. Come to think of it, even this was for­ward, con­sid­er­ing that we had only been together for 3 days … but I didn't care … I was in heaven …