I ordered a dry white wine, which although it was better than average, was rather overpriced at €100 for a bottle, but I suppose that was normal for...such establishments.After about half an hour, by which time the room was full, mainly middle-aged couples like ourselves, the lights dimmed, and the first act started. This was a young woman who looked exactly like a Fragonard painting, and who removed her clothing slowly and decorously to the music of Jean Phillippe Rameau if I wasn't mistaken,. Me: I don’t care about what society thinks.Mother: Neither do I. But so long as we have to live in this society, we have to follow their rules.While our mother was trying to convince us to get out of this taboo addiction, I could see an internal struggle she was having at the moment. The truth is that she, too, doesn’t understand why certain romantic relationships are forbidden.We tried to argue with her, tried to get her to our side.Mother: Your father’s family will never accept it. They are. ‘Did I say something to offend you?’ he asked. ‘I was just trying to see if you needed some help.’ ‘My car just stopped on me and I can’t figure out why,’ she said through her sobs. Even though he just got the new bike, he asked anyway, ‘Do you want me to give you a ride somewhere?’ They were about 10 miles outside of the nearest town and knew that once the sun finished setting, this highway was no place for that beautiful woman. She nodded her approval began to slowly walk toward this. It was close the 02:30 in the morning when I was awoken from a deep slumber, 'Follow me girl', it was old Bob, the night warder. I slid my long legs from beneath my warm blankets, it was November and the dorm was freezing, around me all the girls were sleeping, some had doubled-up for warmth, as we made our way between them, old Bob stopped at a bed and pulled the top covers back, Janet Jones and Masie Smith, were entwined in a lesbo lock, (Thighs crushed into crotches) both naked, like two.