While this information was being extracted from David Mr. Petro had himtake him to places he would never have expected, ignoring famouseateries, clubs...& other hangouts for those famous for being well known,the man from South America seemed to want to do things like just standaround in grocery stores or on street corners saying "whythadothat for?"which David soon found meant "why they do that for?" Mr. Petro it seemedknew little about modern life but had an unquenchable thirst to learnabout. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Some of the bolder boys had asked her if her "other" hair was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if the boy was cute, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.Her budding breasts weren't as large as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her lithe young body. Her waist was slender, and she was trim. Her history. The birthday girl in a short black dress looked delicious. We did the normal hugs and kisses and had a very nice dinner. The girls were all having plenty of cocktails before we went to the bar. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the birthday girls cleavage, and everytime she stood up I couldn't beleive how sexy her legs looked in her little short dress.She was sitting next to me at dinner and everytime she wanted attentions she would grab my leg, seemed like she kept getting a bit higher each. He soon got into a routine in his job where his hours became almost regular; with a new campus intern handling the "grunt work" he did as an underclassman intern assistant. Most often I was alone on Monday and Thursday nights, and couple rare Fridays. I thought he would become weary of the travel, but he enjoyed the train for reading and even wrote on his new laptop computer. There were a couple of days when I had a day off, where I would ride to the City with him to shop for the day. Regular.