Nick was obviously in on it; he was simply helping a brother out by not informing his parents. So, basically, what it boiled down to was that I had my...lovely three-story Victorian house to myself for two nights… and guess who would be joining me.Kristen giggled as she walked through my back door, “My parents have noo idea that I’m staying with you tonight! Oh my god, if they find out I’m so screwed. Hopefully Meg will cover for me well though- she’s usually pretty good with this kinda. Not only did she have a twat ofsignificant proportions, she had a voice with all the penetrating powersof the foghorn on an ocean liner, and when she began to come, it echoeddown the corridors bringing half the troupe management out, along with aclutch of dancers, all hastily fastening their silk dressing gowns, withboth boys and girls wearing dabs of facecream and mincing like they stillhad ballet shoes on.The manager called from outside "Lydia, are you OK," meaning, I suppose,'Are you being. The girls’ father had been diagnosed with nodules at the reproductive organ, more precisely around the prostate that had been strained by so many years of abstinence.Madalina listened to her as he tried to explain.- First I said it was fatigue, or old age, because I always felt somehow spent and tired. Then I thought, God Forbid, maybe it’s hemorrhoids ... because I could barely sit on my chair. Night time was the toughest, and I could barely sleep. It felt like some sort of inflammation… you. Baffled, I nonetheless got up and switched chairs.She smiled and disarmingly charmed my socks off in our subsequentconversation. She was brilliant and headed to medical school once herundergraduate degree in biology was completed. She made me laugh. Sheresponded well (I think) to my pitiful attempts at humour. She tilted herhead when whispering the odd secret to me. She touched my hand a few timestoo.I was smitten. She could tell. Hell, anyone could tell. Then she blew meaway:"Want to come back.