I was ment to be sharing a room with my mate becky. It had been a long night of drinking and drugs and it was a great night. but then becky got into a...fight with some girls ( i never did find out what it was about) but anyway she wanted to go home.Our train wasnt till 7pm the next day and here we were at 1am in the morning in the middle of a city that we didnt know dressed like whores, (becky in a black seethrough dress and black bra and knickers and me in a tight white vest and demin skirt. Her father had worked on the estate as a gardener and odd-job man; they had had a small cottage tied to the job. Her mother did jobsas they came along, taking in washing and the like, but looking afterMireille and her elder brother, Jacques. Jacques was a talented musicianand Mireille's mother wanted Jacques to have the opportunity to trainproperly, but that was not something her father appreciated or understood.He was a brutal man who got drunk, and when he did so, was often violentto. I remove the elastic band holding my hair in a ponytail and allow my curls to spring free. David had settled in on the recliner. It is fully extended, nearly flat. His eyes drop briefly to my jiggling breasts as I approach, but he recovers quickly. He flips back a corner of the blanket for me and I see that he’s still wearing his jeans and t-shirt. The recliner is wide enough to fit two people lying side by side more comfortably than my sofa would. I turn off the lamp then slide under the. "No one will disturb us here." I asked him what was going on here. He said: "We're studying the natureof the universe from the ancient texts." I said I had heard there was nothing new in the ancient texts.He said: "From whom, from your professors? I think of them as dismalpreachers of hopelessness who spread that great malady academia?" He pronounced it as if it were a disease. I had to laugh. He said: "Howdid you get here? Would any of your professors have accepted the realityof this place the.