Speaking of packing it in, there was this one girl I would have loved to…er, well you get the picture. Her name was Lauren. Except for being just a little high maintenance, she was perfection in high heals. Not that she needed high heals; she was nearly six feet tall to begin with. She had breasts that would just wave at you and say, “Hi, Mike. Would you like to play with us today?” I would reply, “Yes, Yes I would!” That’s how amazing this girl was; she had me talking to her breasts under my breath. She was driving me crazy! All I could do was imagine my fingers running through her long dark hair. Her stomach was flat and trim, not six pack, but oh so nice. Her backside was the kind that stood out just enough, and looked like the palm of your hand was made to fit right around it. She had a cute nose and perfect teeth surrounded by lips that made words drip like honey from their tips. And her accent, did I mention her accent? Now I’m not from the South, but I love hearing women from the south talk. She is definitely from the south. Laurens voice could make the sun rise or set at her command. Simply, amazing. She is a sweet, Southern Belle.
She goes to the same school I do back in the states. I had seen her around, and knew she was the kind of girl that was born with a man by her side. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing. Also, it was not like I was too timid to talk to her and put her on a pedestal and shook when she was around. We became friends on this trip. Actually, we had some tender moments. On a train to somewhere we were told each other’s life story. And once she got sick and I brought her flowers. And other times we would go out dancing or drinking. She was always on my mind. It was going to make it a long, hard three months.
Half way through the summer I was about at my limit. Everywhere I went, everything I did I was thinking of Lauren. I couldn’t concentrate on my schoolwork. Every time I went out, we were always in the same group. Something had to be done, but first thing is first. I have to get away for a while.
Fortunately there were trips sponsored by the school to go to Edinburgh, Scotland or Paris, France. Lauren wanted to go to Paris, and I had already been there. I didn’t like it so much. The people were not as rude as everyone made them out to be, but it seemed dirty to me. And I had seen all I really wanted to the first time. Plus France was not so welcoming to Americans in the summer of 2003. But by taking the other trip, I could get away from Lauren for a while. Getting her off my mind seemed like a great idea at the time.