Alternative Title: Video File From October 18, 2015 (whatsapp Message 0002)

There would be workshops, performances, food. It was Oliver. I looked over at Kathlyn in wonder, but she just winked at me, and popped a finger in her mouth. I trudged upstairs. I smiled, and our mutual look became more knowing. Her fingers danced across my legging covered knee, and Kathlyn moved closed for a moment, whispering huskily in my ear as if telling a secret. This was so risky, so wrong. Clementine suddenly annouced this, and the pair of us were shocked out of out reverie. I gazed at her questioneningly for a moment before my eyes flew to look around us; everyone was preoccupied. Slowly and easily she moved them in and out,and my hips found the rhythm. My name was written on a piece of paper under the room number, and…so was kathlyn’s. I hurried inside. I had experimented a little bit with other girls as a child, but this? Me and Kathlyn snagged seats in the middle of the bus, with me on the window side. There would be workshops, performances, food. Her green eyes widened as she let a finger slip between my