Gordon and I made the rounds renewing old friendships from my previous stay. I introduced the members of my group as they came close.The social hour e...ded when the first course of the food arrived. To my relief, no-one from my group had made any blunders that I knew of - so far - and everyone was smiling, so I was happy.The embassy photographer was making the rounds snapping pictures, and later on would take a video of the dancing.The main course was made of fantastic traditional German foods.. "No..." Stephanie said, answering the door and gasping when she saw whowas stood on her doorstep."Hi, Stephanie," Sarah said in a soft, timid voice. "Can- can I come in,please?" What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked. "I thought we weren'tsupposed to have any contact with each other?" We're not going to resolve our differences by not talking," Sarah said."And we DO have differences to resolve." Who is it?" Kayla asked, before also gasping at the sight of the brown-haired girl on Stephanie's. She got up to the farmhouse the lock already busted open.Her and a few friends partied there a few times in the past.She liked it except for the scarecrow that sat in the living room.Drunk she danced in front of it on a dare. Since then she kind of felt like it was staring at her though. Even though she knew that was simply silly.She walked in wringing out her hair quick. The floor had old stained rugs. The little furniture that was left was trashed ripped and stained.Raindrops pelted the roof. He hummed contentedly under the hot water, soaking his still engorged prick. That was the way to treat women, he said to himself. Use them, then toss them aside. He stepped out of the shower and called Julia to dry him. She came in with a forced smile on her face... an ‘Oh-how-happy-I-am to-be-able-to-serve’ kind of smile. Dried, Quentin gave Julia’s bottom a hard slap, then strolled back into the bedroom. Owning a slave-girl really was most satisfying.An hour later, Melissa was fondly kissing.