We both hopped in the shower (separate bathrooms of course) to clean up before dinner. I examined myself in the mirror before stepping into the steam...ng water. My long brown hair hung over my nearly C cup breasts, and my body was a nice bronze tan from all my tennis practices. I have a nice figure, but despite that fact, I had never had sex with a boy before. I had had a few boyfriends in the past, but none that I had gone all the way with. After showering Joaquin and I fixed ourselves. She didn't do anything wrong. It was just the shit that went through my head. I realized I had feeling for her but was torn when I saw her with Andy.A couple of times when I did get with the guys and we all drank too much they did mentioned having sex with the girls. Andy even said he made it to third base with Lynn. I don't know how they couldn't see that Lynn was someone special to me. After hearing Andy, I got up and left before I hit him.After that I was no longer part of the group when. Mr. Mike was not happy. “The American Ambassador should be in...” Immigration looked at his watch... “Hell’s bells. He’s late. Let me check.”The conversation to “little America” went on and on and on. At least I think so. I was waiting in the waiting room. Now I understand the god awful seats. If you get uncomfortable enough ... you leave. And just as I was gathering my things to do that, the door opened and my Immigration officer stormed out.“It is with great regret that I must inform you that. Smith were like teaching machines. They truly lived the lifestyle. Ugh, they’ll be as much fun as a barrel of dead fish, she speculated. And Mr. Coleston, she considered, someone I have seemingly nothing in common with. Oh well, San Diego is San Diego, she decided. I’ll make the best of it. The rest of the school year commenced as planned. Throughout the month of May, Heather and Mr. Coleston spoke only briefly about the upcoming trip to San Diego. Each acknowledged that the other was.