There she was, on the far side of the room, talking to a group of girls she didnt recoginize. Deb walked over to her, and tapped her on the arm. Terry...turned, and hugged her tight. She yelled over the music to come over to their table. There was a group there she had came with, and Deb didnt know any of them. Terry introduced her to a few, then went to find an extra chair. Terry sat down next to Deborah, produced a glass, and poured her a beer from the pitcher on the table. Terry hugged her. . damnit she thought. She strutted around and stretched her legs. With her hand on her hips her head hung in almost a sulk. Oh we'll she thought, just my luck. As she was about to take off running when she heard a soft moan which froze her breathing. Her mind raced. She heard it again this time she thought she could hear a soft fleshy smacking sound. She tiptoed through the gravel. A bamboo grove thick as ever hid a little pathway which she began to follow as she rounded what she assumed was. During my final year, people around me were sarcastically showing their concern to me saying that I never got a chance to feel a girl, but they had managed to have many chances to fulfill theirs. This thought changed into a desperate wanting for me to explore a lady before I graduated. The desperation and urge went to those extents that whenever I saw a beautiful girl or my lecturer or any lady on streets, I would get an erection. It was slowly becoming an obsession for me which I feared that. So next time Iwill be her client," the lady joked in the harsh humour which is typicalfor the people in Geneva. Everybody laughed and Patrizia startedrebating, "Celine, two days here and you managed yourself in a dangeroussituation. Now Sandra will be jealous. Did you already schedule when youwant to take over the salon?"I blushed because this way of joking was unfamiliar to me but Sandraclosed the round, "No I am not jealous, Celine I will teach youeverything and when you are ready, you take.