I soon learned why. Jean led me through a remarkably well-hidden false wall into a room I had never seen before. It was quite lavish, with a full bar,...fifty-inch flat screen and an adjoining bathroom. There was also a luxurious king bed with a naked young woman on it, her wrists tied to the headboards. Next to her sat Mark, casually stroking her leg. When he saw me he got up. ?You made it!? he said with a big smile. ?What do you think of the new room? We built this over the last year. His hand caressed myexposed thigh. Since I had agreed to the charade, Philip treated me likea woman. I think he may have had a pantyhose fetish. He liked to strokemy nylon-covered skin. My nipples always responded when he did."Wait, wait, I can't stand it anymore," Victor interrupted my story."You can't stand, what, anymore," I wanted to know."You know there is no such thing as hangover pills," he said,exasperated.My supposed claims of hangover pills affronted his personality. Victorwas a. "Oh, where's Charles?" He's in Geneva. His meeting ran over by a day. He told me to tell you don't worry, he'll be back by Tuesday's class."I chuckled. "He does make me feel like I'm his favorite student." That's what he says." She stopped, blushed. "Don't tell him I told you." My lips are sealed." Oh, I hope not so sealed. I made spanakopita and dolmas. And galaktoboureko for dessert." I don't know what those are."She smiled. "Better than dorm food."---------------She was right. After dinner. Her breasts were just a bit more than a handful each, with perky little nipples, and she was a natural blonde, with just a little tuft of blonde hair crowning her nether lips. She stretched her arms out in a gesture that clearly said “look all you want” and gave me her grin at full voltage. “Your turn.” I sat up long enough to get my legs under me and lifted my robe off and away. I lay back again and she melted into my arms, kissing me softly. I was horny, but I felt no need to rush thin; truth.