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thought in a mesmerized state. A dark blue ring surrounded the iris.
    “Have you seen something you find attractive, English woman?«, he wanted to know.
    »No , I just thought: not only is he strutting about like a male dog that has smelt the scent of a female, but also that he has the eyes of a husky.”
    He burst out laughing with his guttural laugh and then he looked at me seriously. “At least I can admit that you make me horny.”
    My stomach was in knots as I was overcome by nerves. Did he really just say that? He squinted his eyes and was perhaps trying to guage my reaction to what he had just said, but I tried my best not to react at all. “I don’t have to admit anything if its not the truth” I answered him peeved.
    “So you don’t feel anything when I do this?” He ran his knuckles up the naked skin of my arm .
    It gave me the chills , but this wasn’t anything to do with the cold. I had to admit that he knew exactly what to do to provoke the right reactions in my body. And I was just as inexperienced at flirting as he was experienced and I didn’t know how to deal with it when he did what he had just done.
    “No” , I lied and hated the trembling in my voice that told him I wasn’t telling the truth.
    “You don’t feel anything there either?” He put his fingers on my neck and stroked my lower lip with his thum.
    I was scared about the burning sensation in my body that this soft touch triggered in me. I backed off from him and crashed into the door frame. “No nothing”, I said almost inaudibly. Why was he being so self-assertive? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate to get to know each other first before getting closer in this way?
    Another man in a kilt moved towards us and gave a babbling laugh. “So you’re chasing women again are you, my friend? Anyone would think that these parties were only h eld for us men to pick up women; stupid tourists”, he said and staggered dangerously in my direction. This guy with frizzy blond hair and chunky stomach had really had too much to drink. It was doubtful whether he was still able to do anything with a “stupid tourist” at all.
    Nevertheless, I lo oked at Adam from under squinted eyelids. Was that the reason for this masked ball? Did the Scots often do something like this? And did my host always hold these parties in his house or was it just his turn this time? Adam looked nervous. He had really been caught in the act.
    I took another look around. A few women were dancing with men. There were couples standing around here and there who were really making out with each other and who seemed to be locked together. I got the impression that the drunkard was right and this masked ball was really intended for one purpose.
    The men in kilts had really devised the perfect plan. To invite new women every time and to always get some fresh meat. None of the tourists would stay for longer than a couple of days, which meant that the men always had a new group of women. A never ending stream of innocent tourists. But were they really so innocent? They didn’t seem to be defending themselves at least. They were all laughing and having fun. Maybe it was nothing more than a nice brief adventure for the women?
    While Adam was busy trying to get the drunken Highlander back on his feet, I stole myself away from them. This masked ball would end for me right now as a sexual escapade wasn’t on my to-do-list. I ran to my room and locked it from the inside. I didn’t do this because I was scared of the idea that everybody downstairs had only turned up to have their fun, but because I was scared of the idea that I may become part of this fun. I had known for a while now that I would only have sex with a man who wasn’t a stranger and who was somebody I could trust. Somebody who wanted more from me than just sex. And somebody who was honest to me. I already knew who the liars were.

Chapter 3
     
    Exhausted and with a tingling sensation that entered me when I thought