‘Who is she?’ hissed Orla, giggling wildly. ‘A new driver at that agency Jess uses,’ I replied.’I am assuming that she is supposed to be a F...ench Hen or something, you know…’ I hummed a few bars of the Christmas song. ‘Is that today?’ asked Orla, flirting outrageously. She knew, she and Jessica had clearly talked in great detail on the phone about the theme of the next ten days. ‘What did you draw?’ I asked. Orla almost shrieked with laughter.’Foursome!’ she said, so loud that security almost. Then at 9:30 pm I received an SMS from her then she ask me that will be in home for lunch I said let me try then @10pm I sms her saying that I have reach her home and I am standing near gate she came in smile and invited me to her home then we sat and spoke some common things then she said the she has prepared white rice & dal I said it ok I will have any think then I ask her can I see her house then took me to all the room it was 3bhk house when I entered her room I saw a pink colour bra on. Hewas too busy hitting on her to even see that she was his best friend,Jess. Jessica felt herself blush as she brushed her hair back. Shequietly and nervously introduced herself to him. As they were exchangingemail addresses (Jessica gave him a fake one), Professor Potterinterrupted, "Class, class. Some of you have asked to start working onthe problem set. I will let you guys out early so you can start on ithere or elsewhere. Please email me if you have any questions." Paul walked back down the. Sure, some of them had tried to cover it up fast, then goofed just as bad by letting their pity for his deformity show all over the place. Who could maintain an erection under those conditions?He had sublimated like hell, driven himself all through those tortured academic years, suffered through the wet dreams, the lack of female companionship, and the odd looks from fellow students who figured that anyone his age who didn't date the girls had to be gay as hell.His only release had been through.