" She lowered her voice. "Is into dogging." Really?" We had been at lunch for less than 20 minutes and we were already onto dogging! "Secretaries alwa...ys hear the best stuff from the rumour mill!" Obviously I don't know if it's true..." Well," I said. "That's my entertainment sorted out for one night at least!"Julie started laughing again: "Yes, I can see you going into the office and asking Brian where the nearest car park is!"We were both laughing now. "Yes, it could be a bit tricky..." We. I turned to see who it was. A beautiful dark-skinned young Indian woman took off her expensive designer sunglasses and gave me a wink and a smile.“Do you remember me? I’m Judy. I was a student in art classes that you modeled nude for five years ago.”I had been a nude model for drawing, panting, sculpture, and photography classes. I was flustered that this disreputable part of my past had suddenly caught up with me.“I was so used to seeing you completely naked that I almost didn’t recognize you. All I can say, is that there were many things that Bea had neglected to mention in her confession to me the day before. For example, she didnt mention the fact that Freddy was feeling out her butt throughout most of the time that he was fucking her. But most importantly, Bea finally got the chance to mentally process–and begin to come to grips with–much of the sexual stuff that she didnt really understand, back when she was losing her virginity in that small bathroom on that Sunday afternoon. . Except for the discrete nod of one of the men, to a dark-haired lurker at an obscure table by the kitchen door, their focus was on the women.In the early 1990’s, English was rapidly becoming the linga franca of the day, and the German men were reasonably fluent. The conversation was insignificant, the company pleasant. One drink turned into three, flirtations turned into touches, then light kisses, then slow dancing with longer kisses. Ralf and Gunther were very good, very masculine. Tat’jana.