30 November 2009
The exams are approaching and our two friends share their notes, their anxieties and their frenzy. A perfume pheromone floods the room and creates an aura of debauchery around them. Rustling next, they are downright touching. Hands wander the mouths taste. Studies, we move on to practical work. Bitch tits are the subject of attention from the forecastle. Clothes are flying into the room.