”“Yes, and you’re American, so that proves nothing.”“Are you happy so far?” I asked.“Very! Coming here was exactly the right thing to do... I love Loyola and I love my new friends. I guess you do, too!” she giggled.“It sounds like you’re OK with my ‘dalliances’,” I said, using the English word. “I’m not sure what the Swedish word is.”“Either «flört» or «sölande». But I don’t know that ‘OK’ is the right word. I’m curious, what do you feel for those girls now?”“That’s a difficult question to answer. She then straddled my hips and went back to kissing me, holding my jaw between thumb and fingers while I started undoing her blouse. She seemed starved for my lips. It was the first time that I had a hard time not even staying in control of the kissing, but just keeping up. Her mouth was everywhere: on my chin, on my lips, the side of my mouth. Once, she even covered my mouth with hers and exhaled hard, allowing me to smell and taste the alcohol on her breath before pulling back laughing. ‘You. And then today... an "innocent" drink. Touching at every available opportunity, kissing, hand's sliding up my legs and the moan as you realize I've removed my panties... It's getting late and we should be going our separate ways but the kissing and the flirting has got us both hot and horny, the apprehension is too much. We walk hurriedly as you lead me to a secluded place you know. A park bench, just back from a path,. it's 11 o clock at night though, not many people about. You sit and pull me. ‘You gonna tell all our fortunes?’ ‘I predict a wild party, with plenty of whiskey,’ she said. Tina was the ‘new girl’ at the company, hired nine months ago fresh out of school, with a two year associates degree in ‘office management’. It was a fancy name for secretarial school. She answered the phones and did the clerical work at the company. A frisky twenty-one-year-old blue-collar city girl, everyone at the company really enjoyed her high-spirited nature. Her short, modern haircut and.