Sounds from people moaning to bodies slamming into each other. People doing all kinds of stuff. They move a bit closer while touching the wall. All of...a sudden Matthew feels an arm and he stops. He turns his back against the wall and puts Carla, with her back against him, in front of him. It's kind of presenting her to others, while nobody could see her standing there.“Are you okay?” he whispered in her ear.“Yeah, a bit dark, though.”While being in the dark she feels Matthew standing behind. So I was a little preoccupied.One night I came home and Donna had invited a local voodoo priest over to the house. She said that she had found his number in the phone book and that he could help couples experience a new view on their marriage. I had to stifle a major guffaw. He claimed that his office was located right in the heart of the French quarter.He was dressed in traditional Haiti grab. Or so he said it was. To me he looked as if he was wearing a grandmother's MUU-MUU. He wore a pointy. "You're the one I've dreamed from the day I discovered guys were different that us girls. I fell in love with you the second I saw you." And I too with you," he said.They all awoke the next morning before dawn. Valerie turned to peck her lover on his nose. She settled back to place her head back onto his large muscular bicep. She felt him move her hair and plant his lips on the back of her neck causing her to giggle.Atlanta was much in the same position not wanting to move due to Ura's hand on. I groan as my brain slowly reassembles reality, comes to terms with its unfamiliar surroundings. Clearly my fears that I would not sleep well were unfounded. I’ve never known such a comfortable bed. Such soft linen, especially after that bath, must have lulled me into slumber in five minutes flat. Hooker school. It’s my first coherent thought. It’s day one. We’re starting for real now. My pulse quickens. What am I supposed to do? I roll over and glance across at Petra. She’s not much more.