"They came to see what sort of den of debauchery their daughter was inhabiting. They were relieved to find the other room occupied by a red-headed Nor...egian Irish flute-player instead of a six foot six linebacker named Jamal. We all had dinner, and honestly, aside from a bit of pigment and Key's mom and dad having Southern accents instead of Irish and Scandinavian, they could've been MY parents." Good. Somewhat rarer than it should be, but good," I said."Not just black kids, you know," she. She flipped back, and they read through all the lines again, this time reading them verbatim. They skipped over the parts where there were moans and groans. Those were already on tape and could be spliced in wherever Charles wanted them.When they got back from lunch, Charles was there, eating a sandwich. He looked up at them as they came into the sound booth."Going back and re-reading the lines was a good idea," he said. "The author has been very understanding about ... um ... straying. There was no one with me, no one watching over my shoulder or following me. It was just me, in a foreign city, with a passport and some cash. And some slutty clothes tucked away, for some reason. No way was I going to spend this brief moment of freedom buying souvenirs for my teachers; I was going to do something fun.As I continued walking toward the city center, my thoughts started to race while imagining the possibilities. Where should I go? I knew one thing: I wanted to find myself some. We wrestled some and teased here and there and I guess that Gene saw that we were both getting quite in the mood because he grabbed his stuff up and told us to take some private time and he’d meet us at the top of the hill. He walked off moments later and Wesley and I were left alone on the blanket snuggling like a cute couple. The night sky shown down upon us just enough to where we could see each other. If there is a more romantic place in nature than this place I would like to know. It was.