He came and met me in the street and we walked about 100 metres back to his pad, making small talk. As we got to his house, we went straight up into h...s room. He was chatting away, but I was too nervous to listen carefully enough to what he was saying. He put some music on his laptop and lowered the blinds half way. He then stood in front of me and started running his hands over my chest and back as we kissed. He ushered me down to my knees and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his underwear down. "I been noticin' it fo' a time an' now Mista Gantner been noticin' it, too. He wants to see jus' how growed up you is, so he be comin' here in a bit to check you out." How is he gonna do that?" I asked her."You is gonna get naked fo' him so he can see how you fillin' out," she tol' me."Naked?!" I asked all surprised.I was pretty shocked that Mama'd be tellin' me somethin' like that or that she'd 'spect me to get naked fo' ol' Mister Gantner. It'd be too embarrassin'."That's right, girl. How. “They are speaking German”, she said, then noticing my puzzled look, she added, “They are from Switzerland.”“Oh”, I nodded. That explained it. Swiss German is about as different to what I normally hear as a thick Scots brogue is to American English.If language identification is a problem for me, imagine how difficult it is to try to understand the social customs and mores of people of whom I cannot even Identify their nationality.Some of my more enjoyable and memorable experiences on the trains. I looked again at them, and at him, and then my body made the call to run. But I found that I could not, for at that very instant, the world went dark and everything felt so odd, as though things were being turned inside out and back again, all at the same time. And then, in the blink of an eye, my body seemed to pop back to normal and I found myself staring intently at a stone wall in a tower of some sort. I almost fell over from trying to compensate for the residual sensation of being in.