" Like we were gonna turn that down?" Someone shouted.The whole group laughed."All right. Lets eat!"The meal consisted of fish and vegetables. Normall..., this wouldn't be myfavorite, but seeing the others tucking in gave me the urge to at leasttry it, and I found it amazing.Once the meal was over, we were invited to mingle and there was even adance floor with a band playing, so I decided to meet some of the authorswhose work had touched me.I got a chance to hug Steff the Cyclist, and tell her in. She was older than he, maybe mid thirties, and solidly built. She said her name was Catalina and she was from Provence in Southern France. She'd adopted a Spanish name for 'revolutionary purposes, ' whatever that meant. 'Oz' didn't care enough to ask.'Oz' wondered if she ever had a day off, because her conversation was almost exclusively about revolutionary political theory. He thought she must have swallowed Feodor Bakhunin's 'Anarchist Manifesto' because she could quote it chapter and verse.. Now I had some breather and thought let’s write my exam because if I fail I will be scolded, so again started writing the answers. But after some time, I again started looking into her ass and how I much I want to kiss them. So yes thought of doing the eraser thing again and this time kissed her right ass. She again turned towards me, looked at me for some time like in anger and then turned back away.Now I got some courage thought let’s make a change. So I slid myself to the leftmost edge of. Now that she was over being angry with me for taking a risk, she seemed much more interested and showed concern for Maria.“So she’s going to be okay then?”“Yeah, as far as I know.”“How old is she? The paper didn’t give any details about her. Is she real young?”“The paper?”“Yeah, I went out and BOUGHT one,” she said, emphasizing ‘bought.’ “I wanted the article for my scrapbook.”“Scrapbook?” That was news to me. “What scrapbook?”“I started it as soon as you got the job with the paper,” she said..