About two weeks ago, I had moved to this place. A small village, about two hours by car from my parental house. The village was surrounded by forest and nice lakes. I really enjoyed the natural part of it, I used to live in a pretty noisy neighbourhood; cars, trains, planes and people everywhere. The reason I went over here was because of my study. I had to do a work placement practice in some company I could chose. My mother knew this woman from her work that now worked in a company that would suit me. Anyway, I could come and work there. The work at the company turned out to be quite nice, but the co-workers were not quite my type. They were all above 40, I was only 21 years old. Luckily, the friend of my mother, Kate, seemed quite nice. She was a nice woman, wanted to take care of everything. If there was something wrong, I should tell her immediatly, she told me. The village was quite boring actually, no place to go out or something and hardly any people my age. I was therefore very happy that Kate had a son my age. His name was Tim, short for Timothy. Tim showed me the entire village, wich took us about a quarter of an hour. Tim was a real cool guy, not too tough. Most men of the village where this tough guys, working in the local mine of being a lumberjack. He had a good sense of humor and didn't look too bad. Luckily he was well dressed, in contrast with most of the locals, I already referred to. Tim also seemed to be very open-minded, he didn't avoid subjects. When he asked me about my last girlfriend he just dared to ask pretty personal things like the way she looked down and whether or not she was good in giving blow-jobs. I actually didn't really mind him asking that but I was a little bit too shy to ask people things like that. Especially if I know them for such a short time.