A dusty little town. Not Mexico, but close enough. It's hot in February, and on the edge of a furnace in April. Good Friday dawns. Judith arrived late...last night with Pia. The film crew, the other players have been here for a few days, setting up, rehearsing.The battered cab stops at the third place, around 7:30AM. Pia, dressed in her best Banana Republic chic, hops out. She's very prim, very businesslike. The briefcase full of dollars impresses the Chief of Police. Fat, balding, unshaven. His. And we succeeded. The frat party was what youd expect. Drinking games, beer everywhere, dancing, drunk girls, drunker guys, the whole deal. A few different guys grinded on me. A lot of them were actually really cute. I guess I was attracting some attention since I was the only black girl there, which was kind of cool. The night wore on, Tay and I kept drinking and dancing until we both decided it was time to walk home. We were pretty drunk and we hadnt sobered up a bit by the time we got to the. Once out of the meeting I grabbed a cab and read off the name and address of the café Mariana had selected as our meeting place. I called the hotel on my cell phone as I rode from the airport and made sure my room was booked, and was told that everything was set for my arrival later on. I completed that detail as of the cab jerked to a stop on a busy street filled with businesses and the hustle and bustle of people that reminded me I was not in my hometown.The café was nothing fancy, but I. You still consider yourself 100% straight, despite never so much as holding a girl's hand. Though years of torment and teasing have left you shy, skittish, and more than a little submissive. And with your parents being so overbearing, you haven't even been able to explore much in the way of porn. You literally wouldn't know what to do with a girl if you got one.You think your best hope is to keep your head down and ignore the slurs and shoves and hope to survive senior year. Maybe college will.