Gabriella quickly grabbed my hand, pulled me into her room, and then started scanning me for injuries. ‘What has he done?’ she asked angrily ‘Y...u look like a ghost!’ ‘He hasn’t done anything,’ I answered slowly ‘I haven’t been able to sleep, that’s all.’ Gabriella walked away to the far corner where she proceeded in waving her hands around and swearing, in several different languages. It took her a while to work all of that anger out of her system, but she came back, a decided look on her. "It must be you they were checking out," I said, "not me!" Not in those pants," she said, "they were looking at your bottom, ortying to, it has a real feminine wiggle, now that you are walkingproperly. You are doing just great!"We turned the corner and approached the front of the building. The two"lollipop" trees in their containers which usually sat either side ofthe doors were gone and replaced by dozens of shiny metallic balloons onstrings of different lengths, bobbing gently in the. She took one look at us and shouted that Michael was on his way up. We were in a panic. Then we heard him at the door struggling with the electronic key pad, as I had.My mother looked around the room frantically then glanced in the bathroom and away,then back at the Jacuzzi.You she said to Paul, wardrobe now. You she said to me, cover yourself with the blanket and pretend to be asleep. She looked at Paul again and said wait five minutes then leave quietly. She quickly stripped naked and I. My moans became louder, louder than music we had on. ‘Her… Her flatmates will hear us! Oh fuck! I don’t care!’ I let my hands wonder from my hair down to hers. I grasped handfuls of Lucy’s hair, her hair that she had been drying that allowed me to sneak sights of her beautiful body. ‘Had she seen me? Was that what lead to this?’ A million thoughts ran through my mind as Lucy continued. I questioned myself and my still developing sexuality. I felt it building inside me once again. It was.