„Es tut zwar weh, aber geil war es doch. Auch als ich bei Kathi die Gerte benutzt habe. Das will ich öfter machen“. Es klingelte, und Chris spran... auf, nahm einen Bademantel von der Garderobe und öffnete die Tür. „Hallo, ich bin die Frau M. Ist zufällig meine Tochter Kathi bei ihnen?“. Kommen sie rein, die sitzt bei uns in der Küche!“. Kathi’s Mutter trat ein, und blieb erst mal verdutzt in der Tür stehen. Chris hatte sich auch schon wieder des Bademantels entledigt. Sie schob Frau M. Ganz in. Tabhi maine dekha ki sunita me jo shirt pahni hai vo white hai or thodi gili ho gayi hai or ussme se mujhe uske boobs dikhne lage the halke halke.. mera lund kara hone laga tha..tabhi mere dimag out of control ho gaya or mai khada hoke chalne laga maine sunita ka cup liya or kitchen ki traf chal diya…or vaha jaake ke apne lund ko st kiya or vapis aane laga…iss bar towel slip ho gaya or aate aate pura gir gaya mere hath me snack hone ke karan mai usse pakad nahi paya or ek dam sunita ke samne. She laughed and said that would be the one thing sure to scare the hell out of her.When I told her that, maybe I wasn't joking (but I was pretty sure she was serious about the prospect scaring the hell out of her). Now, I didn't want to go back there this year, but I do try to keep my promises. I wondered if Emily would understand if I ducked out of the dance for 5 or 10 minutes to give Mary a call.On the drive across the Ohio Turnpike, I asked Susan if she thought Emily would mind if I called. “Me too, but hey! Maybe we might see each other again, y’know, in class.” He laughed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. I honestly am bad at talking to people, so I only nodded and smiled before turning and walking away, but of course not without waving goodbye, cause that’d just be rude. As I awkwardly strutted down the hall, I found myself letting out a breath I’d been holding in. Who knew socializing could be so nerve wracking in college! For the rest of the day, I followed the enormous.