But she was drunk. She was looking at Jezebel’s boobs. But she was drunk. Was she bisexual? Did she like girls? She knew one thing. Jezebel liked he.... As she was thinking about this, her phone vibrated. It was Jezebel. It read:“Did you now? You’re not so bad yourself,” With an emoji attached to it.She then opened Grace’s message and texted back:“Yeah, what’s up?”At that point for her, it just got a little more complicated. She looked at the time. It was time to get to her first class.She got. We cleaned up as best we could, fixed our makeup and hair,unrumpled our skirts, then walked out into the reception area and out thedoor. I didn't look back, but I wondered how everyone in the place didn'tknow exactly what we had just done from the scent of musk and cum we bothstill exuded.We made it back to Claire’s car, and turned and started laughing thelaugh of those who got away with it. Claire squirmed a bit on the drivehome as she drove. I found myself wishing that I knew what she. She was a strong feministic woman. She hoped that her own country would be more like those in Scandinavia.Later, in the evening, Claire went to a local Thai nightclub, full of foreigners and tourists. The disco music was good and Claire was sat all by herself, on a table, enjoying her drink. While she was drinking, she had been joined by a man. He smiled, ?Hi, may I join you?. She was smiling. He was quite handsome. The accent sounded like somewhere from the Mediterranean and was tall, dark and. I was weighing the pros and cons of buying versus renting when an add for a luxury condo caught my eye. It seemed reasonable at only six hundred fifty thousand. Three bedrooms, two baths, overlooking the harbor, plus they had an open house for the models this weekend. oOo It was easy to find the homes with the signs and little flags marking the way. The sales lady was an older woman with bleached blond hair and obviously fake boobs, but she answered every question I asked. I really liked the.