But gradually we got used to it, and over the course of the week we spent more and more time in the lounge in the evening. Not doing much, just chatti...g, sometimes doing make-up for each other, that sort of thing.“Then on the last evening, the teachers all went down to the local village for a farewell meal, leaving us unchaperoned for the first time. I'm afraid we were all getting a little light-headed at the thought of being unsupervised for the evening. Some of the girls had managed to. All the film had was an imprint of her flashing the camera with her left breast. I had everything else.“Where to now?” she asked.“Me? I thought you were taking me out.”“Well, I told you, I just wanted to take you to the concert. But we still have the car for a little longer.”“What time do you need to have it back?”“About half an hour from now would be okay, I think. That’s when the concert would be over, and I promised to come straight home. They weren’t willing to let me drive too much at. Mr. More comforted her, "Please don't say that. You didn't do anything wrong. You enjoyed it... obviously you needed it... I'm glad to have helped."Dora added, "Bob can help you a lot, Julie. Come over to our house... get to know him more... it might be fun."Julie was excited about that prospect. At the same time she was worried. Worried that her husband might know about what had just happened. "Please don't tell my husband... anything," Julie pleaded.Dora said, "Of course, we won't... let this. It seemed so wrong, mostly because of my upbringing I suppose. In high school I had a very good friend, Shekhar, who was gay and he opened my mind a little bit, showing that alternative feelings and lifestyles really were okay.My best friend Payal and I often went to gay bars with Shekhar and always had the best time. I often secretly hoped that I would have some sort of encounter with a woman at one of these clubs, but they were predominantly geared towards homosexual men, so nothing ever.