-Natalie Romano-
Isaac had shown me around Stanford, and I was a little conversant with some places. After our lectures for the day, he headed to work at the supermarket. He asked to hang out, but I told him I was tired, and I was heading home, but I had other plans.
I paid the cab driver when he stopped me close to a s*x shop. I didn't want him to stop me directly at the s*x shop, I was too embarrassed. He would probably look at me differently, so I just preferred to stop a good distance from the s*x store and then wait for him to drive away before I walked to the store
The store had a lot of images and sculptures of p*****s and v*****s that made my cheeks heat up. Some images vividly showed and described s*x. I didn't know exactly what i was looking for, but I knew I was looking for
