"Wait, Michelle," he yelled as I walked away. As I left I heard the girl yelling at him, "You fucking asshole. You have a girlfriend?" I didn't turn a...round. I just kept walking. I was mad, I was hurt, and I was crying. It was time to leave school and head home. I couldn't wait. I had two more finals and then I was done. My boyfriend called like 20 times the next day, ex, boyfriend. He tried to catch up with me. Once walking through campus he grabbed my arm. I pulled away and told him next time. ’ ‘I’ve only known John for a coupla years, but we’re really good friends. He really is a nice guy, yeah.’ ‘How’d you meet him?’ Marianne asked. ‘The Fire Brigade. He’s one of the Sub-Officers where I’m stationed,’ he replied. ‘Sub-Officer?’ Marianne asked, a slight frown on her forehead. ‘Kind’ve like a corporal or sergeant, if you like.’ ‘Oh.’ Her frown cleared, and she frankly appraised Simon anew. ‘So you’re a fireman, then? Well, hmm!’ Simon looked the question at her. ‘Men in uniform are. It always strikes me as almost unfair at how easily women can seduce men, or use their sexuality to get a man’s attention. I began to wonder what it would be like to touch another man. I had never even seen another man naked (apart from the odd stolen glance at the gym changing room, or swimming pool.) I started to realise that I am kinda interested in what it would be like to touch a man. I wanted to pleasure another man. I wanted to feel his naked body... and so I did.I headed to Amsterdam. She had used more colours, with a trace of pale redcolour for her cheeks but with much redder lips, along with darkoutlining for her eyes and multi coloured tints round her eyelids. Onher ears hung complex earrings of gold set with precious stones. Herdark hair was lustrous and more jewels were set in it and in anornamental headpiece. Round her neck she wore a complex gold chain.My cooks and other servants had outdone themselves. The food was goodand abundant. The guests had been waiting for me.