“Problem?” I asked, “No problem. Not yet, anyway. Let’s have a quick chat.”He glanced inside then stepped back. I indicated a patio table an... pulled out a chair for him. “Sit. This won’t take long; then you can go back to what you were doing.”Reluctantly, he sat. “It’s your home, and I am your guest,” he said as he emptied what was left of his wine, the French accent reappearing.“Où en France As-tu grandi?” I suddenly asked him where in France he grew up. He stared at me. I let fly more French. At yet, for some reason, his own sister did.Thea was of course a beautiful woman now, but the women he was shutting down and rolling his eyes at were on an objective level at least on the same level if not even more physically attractive.So he knew there was something else to it.It wasn't just Thea's unfamiliar new physical beauty that he was drawn to.It was also something else.He wasn't sure what it was.Maybe it was the old "the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest" adage, and some weird kinky. Fortunatelythe bell rings just then. Bill takes my handand we enter the school. Itisn't as bad as I feared, because we are all in the sameboat. I want to cover myself with my free hand, butnobody else is doing it so I guess it's considered unsportsmanlike.The upperclassmen are generally practicingeye etiquette anyway, but not the first timers.I see my friend May posing for a knot of freshmenboys. She's standing in the hall with her handslocked behind her neck, chest thrust out, slowly. Having handed over to him his full glass, she filled hers too and commenced on to drain it steady degrees by degrees. Brandon let his mind wander off to the television screen before them. Wasnt this quite weird? Mila pondered. Who knew? He must have hammered and dinned his dick into a legion of women back there in Paris. With an arousing and well-nigh naked her settled down besides him here, wasnt he meant to focus a bit of his attention on her? Maybe she was seated in a not so sex-inciting.