Returning to Catania we swung by Teresa's apartment and picked up some of her clothes. I noticed some boxes packed and asked about them. Teresa said, ...I came here with just my clothes and a few personal items. That is what I am leaving with. I have already sold off most of my stuff or given it to friends. I want to start over; my marriage and move to here was a disaster. I should have returned to the states three years ago!"With that said both Linda and Virginia wrapped her in hugs, telling her. The pairs and groups swayed, some lost already to the dance of love, which undoubtedly would lead to the tawdry romances in the bathrooms. My night was dedicated to finding someone who would come home with me and never be seen again. I had planned to do to this woman what I had done to all the other women: seduce them, perhaps even bring them to my apartment, have a night of unbridled lesbian sex and then, dump them in some ravine to be found by a horrified farm worker later in the month, after. She came in my room again next day was even more out of balance when she not only saw the fully risen cock but it was sliding out of the underwear from the sides. She stood there for a while wanted to make sure I was asleep. She did not nudge me to get up — just left. I did not get up at my usual time was late on purpose. I asked her why she did not wake me up and now I am late for school. She looked at me and smiled and said “tell me something, do you have a girlfriend” – I said no I don’t. -Da... -Tu ti-ai bagat capul sub rochia mea... -Nu mama a inceput afara sa bata vantul si a facut curent in camera si ti-a ridicat rochia in sus si in toate directile... -Da... -Da vorbesc serios... -Bine... -Acum fa-mi loc sa cobor... -Bine... Dandu-se jos de pe scara mama ma vede cu pula scoasa afara spunandu-mi: -Fiule... -Da... -Tu te-ai uitat sub rochia mea si ti-sa sculat pula... -Pai acum ca o vezi scoasa din bermude e clar ca asa e... -Pai fiule se poate asa ceva hai sa te ajut....