Michelle sat all alone at her desk one cold winter's night, her university finals were just around the corner, and she was terrified that she might fa...il. She was in her room, 21 years-old, brunette, 5'7 with curves in all the right places. Studying hard, she envisioned what might happen if she failed her exam, the thought was horrible. She had to cheer herself up.What to do? I know, she thought, Tom. Tom was the boy she had her eye on from class, she wasn't sure if he liked her or not, but she. “Do that again and I won’t be so easy on you got it?” I rub my face where his foot had contacted my jaw. I look down at his feet and bring one up I smell it, it is perfect. I rub it against my chest and my underwear, and then stroke it against my face, I suck the big toe. Taylor flinches but I bring his right foot back up and lick the top of it. War rages in my pants as I place it back down and repeat the process with his left foot. “I’m ready now, if you do what I say I won’t hurt you; ok?” I. He rushed up to Kiran with a flurry of questions – “What happened to you? Why are you avoiding me like that?” Kiran couldn’t stay silent anymore and tried to explain her dilemma. How she doesn’t want to get caught by Gautam. She asserted that she still loves Reddy but do not want to hurt Gautam’s feelings too. But when he asked her, how they can continue meeting in secret, she was answerless.“Please Kiran, I cannot live without you” said Reddy and hugged her. Kiran tried to avoid but couldn’t. He quietly told me he loved me then, together, we cut a piece and fed each other.That simple act meant so much to me. For hours, we sat around a fire pit talking, telling jokes, swapping stories. Ten naked people. Ten happy, naked or mostly naked people. My favorite story was told by Chuck. It was an American Indian story about anger, love, and the strawberry. The strawberry’s tartness reminds us to be careful of our words. The sweetness reminds us of the sweetness of love.Peter and Jillian.