CHAPTER 3 Her Bosom Friend
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I’m fleeting moment of enjoyment for him.
- So, you are implying that he made a request and you acquiesced?
- Indeed, that is correct.
- You typically do not allow just anyone to touch you, yet you engaged in nearly everything with that passenger? This is quite intriguing. Pray tell, what thoughts are swirling in that secretive mind of yours?
I leaned in close to Dani's ear and whispered, "I wanted to," while giving her a playful wink.
She blushed with excitement. - So, Miss Clare, you have finally lost your virginity to someone you barely know. We must celebrate this momentous occasion!
Suddenly, the smile on my face began to fade. No, not now; I must not allow any intrusive thoughts to disrupt my current happiness. Everything is going splendidly, and I refuse to let past memories tarnish my present.
Dani pulled me up from my bed. "Let us celebrate, Clare! Come on, let us grab something from the kitchen for our celebration. Oh, it is your celebration, and I am part of it. Let’s go!" She winked and led me out of our room toward the kitchen. However, I informed Dani, "I am nearly full; I cannot consume any more at this moment."
"What did he serve you, dear?" she inquired.
"His vegan breakfast," I replied.
"This is wonderful, Clare; you should explore more of what he offers," she suggested.
"It is nothing special," I responded.
Dani and I occasionally pilfer food from the kitchen. Although we have been caught a few times, it was only by our friends, who allowed us to go without reporting us. There is a thrill in taking something that does not belong to us, or rather, something that is beyond our means. We discreetly, and without detection, take food from the kitchen that we cannot afford, then retreat to our room, lock the door, and savor our ill-gotten meal.
Today, once again, she entered the kitchen, and I followed closely behind. She approached the table laden with egg dishes and grabbed several items wrapped in foil. I selected some delectable desserts, preparing to leave while glancing around to ensure I was not seen. Suddenly, Eric, a tall, middle-aged Indo-American waiter from the dining hall, spotted me. "Oh no, not again; I doubt he will let us off this time," I thought. The last time Eric caught me, I had to relinquish half of my food to him. This time, I feared he would take most of it. He was advancing toward me.
"So, Clare, what brings you here?" Eric asked, eyeing my pilfered desserts.
"Actually, I am on my period, so I am quite hungry," I replied.
"Ah, really?"
"Yes, you have no idea how it feels; during our periods, we girls feel an overwhelming urge to grab everything in sight. I could even eat you if I felt the need," I joked.
"Is this your third period of the month?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
"What do you mean by 'third time'?" I questioned, as I did not recall using that excuse this month.
"Your roommate Dani mentioned last time she took food unlawfully that you were on your period and needed some," he said, crossing his arms.
Oh, this Dani! Why does she not inform me of the excuses she uses to take food? I thought to myself.
"Well, I do not recall anything like that; I am ind
eed on my period, so please let me go
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