It was tidy (not like mine), and quite bare. Just his clothes in the closet and his shoes next to the neatly made bed. No decoration, just a few books.... I looked under the bed, but no magazines there; they had gone away when he had left for college, and apparently hadn’t come back with him. It seemed more like a hotel room than someone’s bedroom. I left the dirty red panties on the middle of his bed with a new note:J-IT’S OK I DON’T MIND.YOU CAN BORROW THEM-AI wondered what he would think when. She came again, this time with her mouth open. I reciprocated with my eyes closed. I can't say that I had dreamed of kissing another girl, but if I was going to I couldn't think of any other girl I would rather be kissing. Our tongues danced together. It was the most intimate kiss I had ever had and I didn't want it to end. She pressed her body into mine. Her hands slid down my arms and wrapped around my waist. After an eternity, or maybe just a couple of minutes, she broke away and starred. 'So far, I've only had him.'Auntie Violet went to the shops for some bits for tea. I offered to give her a lift, but she declined, said she both enjoyed and needed the walk. She added that she usually bumped into someone for a chat and said those encounters were the cornerstone of her social life, so who was I to argue? She said make yourself at home. So I did.+Music. Loud thumping music. It came from across the road. I peered through the downstairs window. The car, the red Toyota, was still on. Before I could sit, another woman who had a kind of Betty Page aesthetic emerged from behind the heavy wooden door that led into the club. “Calandria!” Betty exclaimed.I didn’t really know what to say, as I had never met her before. She told me to please follow her, and this was easy as I was drawn to her bubble shaped behind that animated her black mini skirt. We entered into an office with two wingback chairs and a small table. Everything was very modern but comfortable, and the lighting made.