We trembled before her perfection – three old ladies, a skeletal teenager, and me. She didn’t seem to notice us: it was as if we were viewing her ...wn private ritual. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke as she moved: her. I just held it as long as I thought for appropriate in that situation and then let it go.It was already a bit late and we were out of booze. John said he was going to call one of his fuckbuddies to see if one of them would want to come over and otherwise he would have just phonesex with them. He walked into his room and I was left there all alone. Horny, naked, thinking about how I would like John to fuck my mouth and ass, my heart beating like it was going to break out of my chest. I wanted. A can of Diet Coke was at his arm's reach on the coffee table. A half-filled glass of Merlot sat near Carla. Near the glass was an equally half-filled ashtray full of butts. A cigarette was burning on its rim."Hi, Baby!" she squealed, jumping off the couch and coming over to hug me. As she leaped, Tommy glanced her way and smiled. I knew he'd just gotten a glimpse of her underwear.I said hi to Tommy and returned Carla's hug and kiss."Go get comfie and come watch the flick," she said.I said I. Commodore Hastings, by contrast was sitting with none other than with Chiara Massini, who had somehow travelled to Cagliari with her father, who was also seen at the dinner. Thomas kept looking for her shy sister, Apolonia, but she was nowhere to be seen.The dinner was a delightful affair. The offered dishes were delicious for men who mostly lived on salted meats and weevil-infested hardtack, and the presence of young ladies certainly was another boon. Thomas threw caution to the wind and.