1. Unexpected Changes-My Junior Year Part 2


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    everything off. I took my bike and rode home. It was weird looking at my house with the lights on from the outside. I rarely saw that now. I remembered mom and dad. I really missed them. I opened the door and could smell wonderful food coming from the kitchen. I walked inside and placed my bag by the side of the couch. I headed straight for the kitchen. I had been planning to eat a microwave dinner, alone, in my room, but I guess Erika had cooked. I stood at the kitchen door, watching Erika at work for a while. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. She seemed so natural at her work. It was wonderful watching her. So focused, so streamlined. “Hey, you’re home,” Erika finally said, when she saw me, “I went to the supermarket and bought some ingredients with what little money I had left. I stocked up on the fridge and made us some dinner. I made some smoked salmon and mixed greens. I hope you like it. How was your day in school?” “Oh, thanks,” I replied, “school was fine, thanks for stocking up on the fridge, really appreciate it.” I went upstairs and took a quick shower and changed. I had done all my homework, so I headed downstairs to the dining room. Erika had already set the table so I sat down and waited. It wasn’t long before she came back with the food and placed it in front of me. It looked stunning. I waited for her to sit down and started eating. It was amazing, like a restaurant. “This is amazing, where did you learn to make this?” I asked, taking another bike. ...
    “Well, I took a culinary arts degree while at college so you could say I learnt there, but I have loved cooking since I was small. I cooked every day. So, when I came to America, I learnt to cook professionally,” she replied, placing some greens in her mouth. “Well, this is amazing, I love it. You should open a restaurant or something,” I couldn’t help but say. “Well, my dream is to open a restaurant in Paris and live a life of romance and food. But, as you can tell right now, I have no money. So I’ll have to find some job here first before I can move to France.” “What about your parents, can’t they loan or give you some money?” I asked, wondering. “Well, when I told my parents I took culinary arts here at collage, they blew up on me and told me never to come home. They’re quite strict and they say I can’t make a career cooking. They are rather conservative. They wanted me to take up something more respectable, but I told them I love cooking. I mean, I could ask some of my friends, but I want to feel some sort of accomplishment in my life. You know, live the American dream, then move to France,” she laughed, “I never actually want to go back to Sweden. It’s a place that reminds me too much about my past, and I want mystery in my life.” I was impressed by her. Her resolve and determination showed. So did her tits. I guess in all her excitement, her nipples also got excited. I couldn’t help but look at them. “What about you? Where are your parents, why do you live alone?” she ...
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