” “Well …” but they were interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. They interrupted their flirting slightly to deal with the serious bus...ness of eating and sharing their truly delicious meal. Once the plates were removed, they turned to one another again, hands twining, fingers stroking. Soon Kerry’s hand was in his lap again, and this time she did manage to fondle him quickly before the waiter returned. She resettled herself, standing up and making a bit of a production of rearranging. “What’s your last name, Mark?” I told him, and he wrote something on a notepad. Maybe he wasn’t thinking of Bozo. They signed, we left. Sylvia called me. There was a show in her dorm that night. Only dorm residents and one guest per girl, if approved by the senior resident, were invited. I was invited. Sarah lived in the same dorm and invited Jay. Sixty of us gathered in the second floor lounge, probably more than fire safety rules allowed. The Twins were already there when we arrived. They. Damn. I wasn’t expecting that. I saw pictures of her with guys, regular-looking, non-bearded, and very western-looking guys. Not the bearded and conservatively dressed Muslim dudes I expected. Cool. I was about to click off for the evening when I got a PM from Fowziyah. Curious, I opened the chat feature, and sent her a greeting. As Salam Alaikum my friend, Fowziyah typed, by way of greeting. Aku Salam, I replied, thankful for all the time I’d spent in Lebanese restaurants in Laval. I love. Her escort was a nice looking man, reasonably well educated and informed. He was able to converse on most topics and proved to be charming. Their visit to the theatre and then a nightclub had been pleasant, but not devastatingly exciting.However, he wasn’t quite as hot a lay as his body suggested he might be. His technique needed some attention and, although she had managed to get off, to a degree, mostly on the thrill of having a man inside her for a change, she couldn’t wait to get rid of him.