My face was being tickled by the luxurious cotton of her cute, thick dressing gown and this seemed to make the current situation much more erotic. Wha...'s worth noting is that I was hopeless at French. My parents sent me on this exchange so that I could learn some proper French, as I really wasn't very good in class. Europeans on the whole do speak decent English, but Margaux's ability to speak my language was particularly poor. As such, we didn't really speak, and I had to gesture when I wanted. This gave me small attention in my college (all boys were jealous that I was mingling well with the girls). So, coming to the first heroine of this story, her name is Suja (name changed). She was too interested in talking with me and I too love her company. I teased her a lot more than other girls. She was fair and her size is 34-32-34. We both became best friends later on.Since Suja was not a resident of Chennai, I was not able to visit her frequently. So I asked her why don’t you come to. " "I don't care about the ratings!? I just want out of here." "But just think of it, Stephanie.? A week of newscasts with you getting spanked and searched!? A week-long series featuring you in skimpy shorts and a tight t-shirt, sweating in the chain gang and scrubbing out toilets.? And I'll be in my crisp blue blazer providing play-by-play.? We'll be the perfect team, Stephanie.? With my brains and your cute little bod, it'll be ratings gold.? Must-see TV!? With the exposure I get, I'm sure to. What now?" "Did you really just ask me that? Seriously?" I'm just joking." He kissed me again.He carried me into the men's bathroom. I was sure that he was the only guy in a hundred mile radius who had the guts to, and I liked the fact that he hadn't pissed his pants, like most boys would have."Hey! We're going in the women's, d'ye hear?" I said, breaking the kiss in mock anger."Too late, we're already in the men's. No one uses these toilets anyway, so it's not as if it makes a difference."If.