" So we'll be fuck buddies?" That sounds disgusting. Maybe more."Where should I meet you and when?"Same corner at eight? We'll go for breakfast." Fine.... I'd best go before you put me in an awkward spot." And you me." She leaned forward and kissed me again.I got up, adjusted me trousers and retucked my shirt."Tomorrow at eight. Sleep well."I let myself out and drove home. I really liked Diana. But I liked Winnie, too. This was not going to be easy. But did it have to be an either/or?Did I have a. “Thank you SO much for coming to support me. God, I hate this sort of thing.”“Everyone does,” Jess said, “Unless you’re a narcissist. That’s why they make it mandatory for virtually every degree program. Just remember that most everyone else here is in the same boat and just as nervous.”“I know, I know. It still doesn’t help though.” She fidgeted nervously.“I know it doesn’t. It’ll be good for you though. Alright, let’s go inside and find seats,” Jess said.It was the first time I’d been in the. "Go to hell!" he shouted."Jeff!" Allison exclaimed, but it was far too late to defuse the situation.Jeff sat down on the couch and put his arms around his little sister. She buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed."Don't you touch my daughter, you filthy pervert!" Greg roared, reaching for him."Greg, dear, I think we need to talk about this," Allison said calmly."It's too late for talk! I'm going to tan his hide!"Jeff stood up. "Go ahead," he said stubbornly. "Do what you want, because I. It was going to be a hassle to walk to the trains. I have strange luck at breakfast. In Amsterdam it was the breakfast waitress that gave me a ride to Cologne. Here some kitchen wench took a liking to me. She seemed nice enough, aside from her nappy dreads. Whenever I see dreads on a woman I always wonder what it would be like while I was making love to them. Would the dreads become waterlogged and issue forth a stench. I usually decided it wouldn’t be all that pleasant. After she had cleaned.