”She hugged me tightly. I also kept my hands on her back. She was crying and her tears fell on my shirt. I wiped her tears. She was sad. I held her ...ace in my hands and said, “If you cry again I will never see you again.”Then she hugged me again more tightly than before.She crushed her boobs in me. I then made her sit on the bed. She was weeping. I asked her.Me: What happened?Impana: My husband doesn’t love me.Me: So what? I am your close friend. A close friend is equal to 100 lovers.Impana: I. What do you think, Toilet?"I knew what was coming. There was no way out of this without causingmyself extreme agony. I had no choice."Yes, Mistress, please share your food with me." I've already done all the work for you, Toilet. I've eaten it anddigested it for you." She laughed at her humor.She moved herself ahead a little so she was situated with her anusdirectly over my mouth. I had real misgivings about this. I didn't knowif I could do it without puking and I knew, if I did, I would surely. She was watching the trees rustle and stir in the rain, and the flip and flutter of the small birds that were darting around the school."Where've you been?" Sammi asked, stopping beside her friend.Sammi glanced at her, a vague smile on her face. "We did it today," she said softly."Did... it? Oh." There could only be one thing Jeannette was referring to. "Do you need or want to talk about it?" Maybe." Jeannette sighed. "It wasn't... it wasn't like I thought it would be." Bad? Good? Or something. Better prepared, I would then have caught the 440 bus from the stance outside the station and, for a few Euros, it would have delivered me to Erlinbachstrabe, the stop just a 10-minute walk from my destination. But instead I hailed a taxi. The driver was unsure of the address but punched it into his GPS and we were soon on our way. Unfortunately, road works sent us astray but, after looping in and out of suburban streets, he deposited me at the end of a rather unpromising gravel track. This, he.