Her angry face relaxes and a smile plays on her lips.“Oh yeah, come to think of it, I’ve seen you on the web, Mom showed me, told me all about you..."I study her as her guard drops, she is the image of her Mother, prettier if anything. Her pretty face framed by corkscrew curly honey blond hair. She is wearing a pale blue mini dress which frames her firm, taut looking body, which my eyes linger on for a few seconds longer than they should. Her brown eyes looking straight through me.“Mum said. See, there were really good singers, and there were really bad singers, really, really bad. And part of the fun was laughing at the bad ones. Including ourselves. Well, I started talking and laughing with some guy at the table next to ours, because our senses of humor meshed. One by one, my friends disappeared, as did his. And by the end of the night, it was just him and me, talking and laughing, too loudly, because we were shitfaced. Well, I was anyway.Closing time, the last song was a. "Didyou go down on her?" he asked hopefully. "Of course I did; not only that night but every night until we graduated-- many mornings and afternoons, too. We couldn't get enough of eachother. And, I swear, I never went out on a date with a boy all throughcollege. I didn't have to. Heather and I were lovers until we graduated." Do you still like to suck pussy?" "Of course," I said. "I love it, don't you?" "Of course," he said, "Most guys do. Do you still see Heather?" Guys arereally obsessed. “Now, Ms. Obutulezi, you will tidy yourself up. You smell like a whore with all that sperm on your body. Oh, I forgot, you ARE a whore”, general Obuma said mockingly. “The colonel need to test drive you, once you have finished. But you are much too dirty and smelly, so you need to get groomed. Seemingly, Tanya did not understand the expression test drive. God, she is naïve, the general thought.“Test drive means the he will fuck you, Ms. Obutulezi. If you are as good as I have promised, you will.