How about a quick tour...?" After showing her the outer bath building, we walking along the deck which overlooked the tennis courts. I waved to Frank,...his afternoon lesson had arrived so he would be busy awhile. "So, do you salsa much?” I asked my new guest as I put my hand on the small of her back and led her to the club house. The cassette in the stereo's deck was on a continuous loop so the music was still playing through the speakers when we entered. I gave her the quick tour. The club. My heart wanted to pull her into my arms while my head said it was only a matter of time before she left me again. Finally, I told her, "Karen, I haven't kicked at anyone except maybe Charlie. I will work with you on our English project. You betrayed my trust. I learned a very harsh lesson. I don't want another. If I let you come back to me now, I will just be waiting for you to leave again. It takes only an instant to betray trust but time to rebuild it."I will see you in class in, " I looked. After about ten minutes I started rubbing her very lightly with just my fingertips. A feather touch. She seemed to be enjoying it very much, moaning quietly. So I pressed my luck and started moving my fingers around where they were touching the sides of her big round tits. That’s when she started to moan and little louder, so I went all the way around and started gently rubbing her nipples. After about a minuet, she turned around and griped my face and started to French kiss me. Then she opened. She had her own set of questions to answer, as shewas the strange visitor from the States, but she was able to spend much ofthe time listening to the conversations of the others and store away thetopics, and outlook, of these youngsters who were now considered her peers.She excused herself following the light meal to change clothing before shemade an excursion to the nearby town of Ringwood. This country was far moreformal and class conscious,than she'd experienced before; she chose abusiness.