It occurred to me that I was at a college, surrounded by ten thousand co-eds, and not a single one of them knew my name. I tried to change that. There...was this girl that lived in the same dorm tower that I did, and I would see her several times a week on the elevator. I ran into her once at the library, and I tried to start a conversation. She shushed me. I asked her if she would meet me outside. She glared at me and said, "Go away!"I really knew something was wrong with me.The universe wasn't. My heart was beating like I’d just beat the world record at 100 metres, “Yeah, let’s do it.” He got his phone and dialled her number. “Lorna?... We’re on our way now you dirty little bitch... I hear you got a bit of a seeing to last night”I whispered to put her on speakerphone.“I got my fanny fucked and a filthy facial, he’s as dirty as you.”Me and Dad grinned at each other. “Tell me what you’re doing now”, he demanded.We listened as we pulled out of the drive. Mum was waving us off, I had no. My wife never really being that interested in sex and me with a massive sexual engine.I told her that I'd had my moments..straight back at me came "recently" I asked her if she was wired laughing she said no, I asked her if I could check, again we laughed and she said not he it's far to cold. We both looked at each tower in silence for a few moments (seemed like forever) so I said, where does your sister live, she pointed over there about half a mile. I asked if she would like a coffee and she. " Then allow me to suggest," Yuna carefully tugged a bright green bottle from her kit, "I know it's a little... mm, stereotypical," she held it up against Kathy's hand, "seeing as you're, well, Irish, but I also think it would work great with your hair and complexion. If you'll let me?" Whatever you think works best," the girl flushed, nodding.The hostess smiled and got set up, sitting down beside Kathryn as she got to work on the polish. "You'll look beautiful." Yuna's brush-strokes lay.