"That was an interesting experience." I didn't realize you could still converse in Japanese." Neither did I. I think it was dragged out of the back of...my head when he spoke to me." What's his name? I didn't catch it." Nor did I. I called him 'Ambassador-san' – honorable ambassador." Next year we'll get visiting cards: 'Rachel Eyre Hollister, BA (Hons.)' and 'Patrick Scott Hollister, Ll.B.' Then we'll go through that card-exchange ritual."Rachel laughed. "Look! There are Al and Eddie!"They were. We were glad when they agreed to stay and we all went upstairs. We went to our room and got in bed. As we were chatting, we started to hear some sex sounds from the other room and Kendra smiled and said, "Oh my, can you hear this?" as we started to hear some kissing and sucking sounds coming from the bed sharing the common wall. I always knew Kendra was a bit of a voyeur, and I unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down and slid my fingers in. "Holy shit honey, you're soaked," I said as I looked. My increasing desire for female companionship wasn’t helped by the fact that I was extremely shy, insecure about my weight/looks, and wasn’t a big party a****l. Compounding that problem was the fact that the college I was attending had only 1200 students-very wealthy, overwhelmingly white, and in the middle of nowhere, South Carolina. I began talking to my future ex online and we finally decided to meet up for a ‘date’. We met at her college-a small Christian school about an hour away and hung. He was seated now, and he could feel his pants hugging his crotch and the button digging into his stomach. The fit of his underwear informed him that he no longer possessed a penis. His heavy chest was supported inside a heavy piece of cloth and his shirt was so tight it almost cut the circulation to his arms. His vision improved and he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was in a bar, sitting on a stool with a cigarette tightly clutched in his left hand. The nails were painted silver..