M: hanji……Apne number kyo dia?H: mujhe aap pasand aaye to hi dia…..Ap mil sake ho abhi?M: chahte ka ho?H: meri jawani apke naam karna chahte hu ...seducing voice)M: gay ho?H: ha mai pure bottom hu.M: ok kaha ho aap?One mainu apne information ditti ki oh kithe stay kar rea….Apna room number and all..Mai sochya chalo chalde a. Hotel paunchya ode te basement ch parking ch bike lagai te nal e onu call kitti.M: hotel ki parking me huH: ok aandr aajao mai bahar hi khada huM: aa raha hu.(andar enter. I was ready. Just like those creme filled pastries from earlier, I was baked to perfection, metaphorically, and I was ready to be eaten and split between the two Swedish DJs, metaphorically.Axel leaned over, examining my bush. I had an OK sized bush. I had just trimmed it about two weeks before because I had been on my period and the blood had kept getting tangled in my pubes which I didn’t like. As Axel was examining me I realized that because my pubes were shorter than usual this might hurt.. There was some animated conversation, and some gigglinglaughter, and some looking in my direction, and I just wanted to die. Iknew Chrissy was showing off her nails and telling her friends that Ihad done them for her. One of the girls (I don't remember her name) gotmy attention, looked me in the eye, held her nails in front of her face,and blew on them, as if she were trying to dry her polish. OMG!Chrissy had not only told them about my doing her nails, she also toldthem how she had me on my. Truth was it had been lean in the last semester and now I had my goddamn future and University entrance score to focus on. So off I went dutifully across the road to mum’s bridge partner: A real life homemaker; a clone of that tall fashionable one in that Desperate Wisteria TV show.The Stephenson’s would be so frickin boring I would be happy to study.Mandy Stephenson was cloying. Settling me in like a mother hen. Well she was late forties and her own chickette had flown the coup.Roger.