One was a boy’s voice I didn’t recognise- presumably from the other uni. The other was undoubtedly Sarah. They were kissing, loud wet sloppy kisse..., and between kisses they were talking quietly. The boy was asking who I was! “Just a fresher” said Sarah, “don’t worry about him, he’ll keep for another day”. My tummy twisted and I felt sick. I couldn’t confront them. I slinked back to my tent and hid for a while. Of course I thought about rushing back and kick boxing the boy, but taking my anger. She wrung her hands and asked if I wanted cream and sugar. I laughed at the simple statement and told her I liked it black. She blew her nose and apologized for the scene. She incredibly mentioned she was having her period and it made it worse. I asked, made what worse. She said she was having a hard time. She had just got a new job and had left her family home, where she had been staying forever. Her father had given her a hard time about everything she did. She said she would never dare to. I think we just need some lube. Okay? There’s some hand cream in my desk drawer. That should do the trick. That one over there.”“Hand cream? Will that be any good?”“It’ll have to do—it’s all I’ve got. I might be a slut and I might be a stereotype, but I don’t fucking carry KY in my handbag just in case I feel the need to get fucked up the arse. Now go get the damn hand cream, or put your fucking clothes on and piss off.”Pete hurried over to her desk and Carla couldn’t help but giggle at how his. I have cafeteria duty every day. Do you mind swinging by so we can talk about what position you think you would be interesting in trying out for next year?”He kept trying to do a hard sell and I let him go until he finally decided to shut up so I could answer some of his questions.I smiled as I said, “Thanks for the offer coach, but I don’t think I would be a good fit. I’m sure Martin still has plenty of buddies on the football team. I’m sure at least some will be dumb enough for Martin to.