As a senior student I often led groups of freshmen during their first week in town, in a light programme of getting to know the University and cultura... events in the city. An ideal deal for me: usually broke after a Summer holiday, I got food for free for five days, lots of entertainment and always a fair chance of conquering a cute beauty from the dozen I led, or perhaps picking up another attractive tasty teen.Stella Maris is clearly the best beauty among seven sexy tasty teen girls in my. As we walked through the door to our home I realised it was now or never "right boys inside this house I am the mistress and you two are to do whatever you are told, do you understand?" "yes mistress" replied Adam and it was then Tony realised how he was supposed to answer. "Tony go and get the wine and Adam go to the bedroom and get the items laid out on the bed". As the men went about their tasks I went into the front room and removed my dress so that when they returned they would find me in. "Hello... um... wait. Who are you? What are you doinghere? Why are you wearing my gym gear?" She asked, pushing me to armslength, eyebrow raised suspiciously, turning to look at Reed."Huh?" I responded, confused as I looked down. These were her clothes? Iwas looking at my chest and, well, no bra, stray guilty thoughts, and,yeah, things were pronounced. My blush deepened guiltily. I looked toReed for help. He was working. Why couldn't I think?"And that is my back pack... Reed? Who is this girl. But she was gone and I could only hope that she was well. Months passed…then years and the memories began to fade. I am a firm believer that few things, for good or ill, happen in this world by accident. I am not religious, but my own twelve years of recovery from addiction (not to mention eight years of working with other addicted people) have taught me that there does indeed seem to be a greater power at work in the cosmos. Atheists and skeptical agnostics may say that what happened was.