Five twenty-somethings, more or less nervous. More or less drunk. Among them Justine, a red-haired Canadian girl, one of my closest friends. The other... were Nathan, a friend of Justine’s from South Africa, and two girls he had brought along. The pretty but quiet Belgian girl had been the last to squeeze inside, barely managing to lock the door behind her. At the centre of it all was Yael, with one knee on the closed lid of the toilet and her mind on the precision work she had to perform.I had. .." she tried to speak, but the words only faded into an epic groan and a heavy gasping for air. As soon as he entered her soft, wet and silky hole, she came instantly. Which sent her back arching and curled her toes, which sent shock wave after wave, all the way from her toes, to the tips of her large yet perky breasts. "I know you understand baby... no one has been better about this that you," he confirmed for her. "Now that I'm partner, I will be able to have more free time for us. You'll. Along with the usual questions, “how do you feel, any memory issues, how is the job” we chatted back and forth, all the while she was making notes in my chart. She then handed me a gown, and gave me instructions how to wear it. I looked at it quizzically, then she said, “as you are having a physical, the doctor wants to do a skin examination for cancer, have you ever had one in the past”? “No” I replied, she then said “its not as bad as perceived, however you will have to wear this for the time. Closing in on the end of the fall season, they decided to throw once last get together to see everyone and enjoy the weather. Of course, reuniting with old family and friends came with the same repetitive questions. Yes, Aunt Joyce, I do like working at my job. No, I’m living alone in my own apartment now. No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I sat quietly at the kitchen table as a swarm of family friends treaded next and around me gossiping with one another. Rehashing my life story every few moments.