A little shy, but nice. With her looks she could have gotten away with being stuck up, you know? But I didn’t get that feeling. She liked my art. An...ther plus. God, I wanted to ask her out for drinks. Or take her back to my place and fuck her. I didn’t, though. I didn’t think she was giving out that vibe, so I just talked a little about my work and that was that. Later that night I admit she featured prominently in my fantasies as I wanked off in my bedroom, imagining her lips wrapped around my. There was now a whole clutch of students working part time and during ‘tween-term holidays as general help and sales assistants. Kitty and Emma had ruthlessly assessed the current batch of students doing the horticulture course at the college, ambushed them in the college canteen, and had enlisted the cream of the crop, plus it was possible that Joanna and Debbie would be back during their University summer recess, but we were desperately short of one, perhaps two experienced gardeners to help. As she worked, the temperature in the apartment climbed quickly. She bound her long dark hair up on top of her head in a loose bun to keep it off her neck Small drops of sweat slid down her neck and her back. She hadn't worn anything under the dress in an effort to keep cool; soon the light fabric was clinging to her body from a sheen of sweat. She absently pulled the thin material from her skin and fanned herself. "I need some fresh air", she thought and slid open the glass door and stepped. It always has been there. Lurking. Suffering. Hidden like a stain on a shirt, a stain you can’t seem to wash out, so one day you’re hiding it in the closet, and another day you cover it up with a shiny new jacket. But no matter what you do, it’s always there. Always has been. Always will be.I was about ten years old, when I really noticed it for the first time. I just had joined the athletics club of our school. Sarah was there. For every training. For every competition. Always cheering me on,.