Over coffee, Rogelio asked what kind of nightlife I was looking for. I told him I was looking for a rubdown, adding "... something with the personal ...ouch, if you follow me." A flicker of something went over his face. "That's not going to be in the best part of town," was his only comment, and our conversation came to a screeching halt. I paid the bill and we left the restaurant. Rogelio drove through the streets quickly and without small talk, leaving behind us the relative safety of heavy. How many women have you been with?”“Two,” I replied. “You, and the woman I’ve been seeing. ““Does she go to our school?” she asked.“Nope,” I said. “She’s older.”“College?” she asked.“A little older,” I replied.“Whoever she is she trained you well,” she said laughing.“She is a great teacher,” I replied.“Speaking of teachers,” she said, “Maybe we should get dressed and actually start studying.”“Or you could suck my cock,” I demanded.She looked at my hard cock and said, “I could. But you need to. "About an hour and a half later some village women came in carrying babiesand baskets. They all sat around me shelling nuts, sewing, and changingdiapers. The heaviest lady sat right next to me and jabbered at me eachtime she would do something as if she was explaining it to me.They did their work and left. I laid there alone for most of the day untilthe two guys came in and brought me outside to eat.The old lady fed me again, once again insistent that I eat the orangemelon. I sat and watched. " Sounds like a plan." And really, I don't mind riding the bus to school." I'll probably take you up on that, but for the first week or so I'd like to take you each morning ... just until you get settled in." The village school is going to be a lot different from Shakerton HIgh." Well, you had over two thousand kids at Shakerton. Cape Simmons has what, about three hundred?" Yeah, but I think I'm gonna like it. The teachers seem okay and..." And... ?" And I met a girl last week when I.