He had brown eyes. He liked drinking beer. He watched football on TV on the weekends. He was wearing a white undershirt that was maybe a little bit of...-color white depending on which light you viewed it in. He was wearing jeans. He was wearing tennis shoes with white socks that were maybe a little bit off-color white depending on which light you viewed it in, but they were a different off-color white than the white undershirt. His hair was medium brown, and he parted it on one side. His hobbies. The k**'s name was Doug . His grandmother gave him $500 for his 21st birthday. He was using it to spend some time travelling. We continued to talk as I drove along. Just small talk, nothing else.Later, close to midnight, I was getting pretty tired. I saw a cheap motel on the next exit and pulled off the highway. "I can't drive anymore. I'm gonna get a room. You can stay with me if you want, or continue hitching," I said. The k** said he'd stay with me. I pulled up to the motel and went in the. You don’t have to worry about anything. I ask just one thing of you.”“Anything, Ms Nwakor anything!” says Ekaete. I have booked one of the upstairs rooms for the evening, originally for Agunna and myself, but now, I would like you to join us.” In her hand she has a key with a numbered fob. “Both of you follow me please.”Ms Nwakor leads me and Ekaete out of the main room, back into reception and up a steep staircase. As I climb the stairs I have a clear view up Ekaete's tiny skirt of her perfect. "When I had been drunk, they had forcibly undressed me. But I wasn'tdrunk now, and I felt funny about undressing right there in front ofthem. I felt funnier about that than about putting on Carol's things."Don't be shy," Lynn prodded. "We're big girls now. We're not goingto see anything we haven't seen before." Carol gave her a look.So I sat down and, as nonchalantly as I could, took off my clothes.Then I realized that my legs were shaved. Would they notice...?They didn't. They were too.