Man, was I sore all over. I hobbled over to the toilet and peed for over 2 minutes straight. I flushed the toilet, and walked over to the sink to wash...up. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed staring to the mirror. All the memories from the last night came rushing back all at once. I was horrified! It wasn’t just a dream. It really happened. Last night really happened!Last night:It was my 22nd birthday, and I was excited for a rowdy night of bar hopping with my roommates. They had taken a case of beer, and. I always loved looking at the contrast between our skin tones. Something about the way his dark skin clashed with my pale skin never failed to excite me. He rubbed the tips of his fingers over my back door and massaged. It was a new sensation, one I was definitely not familiar with, but not entirely unwelcome either. “How we doin’?” he asked.“Feels good so far,” I smiled back. I wanted him to know I trusted him, he had my full confidence. His gentle massaging gradually became more firm. He. I waved my hand at the girls and said ‘Come’, whistling ‘Immigration Man’ by the Beatles. No, they did ‘Tax Man’. I couldn’t remember who did ‘Immigration Man’. “Look at the world outside and let me in!”The girls both spoke perfect English. Anyone from England would say they spoke it better than me. Tough, we weren’t in England and I spoke American like the native I was. When among strangers, though, the girls usually pretended to not understand English and I thought that wise.Luggage was the. I am currently doing a belly dancing course at the community centre hoping to put a bit of shimmy into my love life for when my husband is home.This particular evening a friend who just joined the course offered to drive me as well. Unfortunately the power had gone off at the hall so after sitting in a nearby cafe for 30 minutes the class was cancelled and we headed home. I had my friend drop me off at the end of the block so she didn't have to do a u-turn in our narrow street.As I walked.