I followed Clair but she turned left into the first floor instead of

continuing the way down to the basement where the cloakroom is…

“Lets find a place…”

“W…h..” I tried to say.

“Shhht” Clair said, killing anything I tried to say with a wet kiss… She

grabbed my jeans and dragged me to one of the conference rooms in the side

wing of the student union.

“Guess we won’t be disturbed here.” Clair sad, pushing me in this anonymous

room and closing the door behind us. Apart from the streetlight which

entered through the windows the room was empty apart from 4 large basic

tables in the center and 12 chairs grouped around them. The walls were

covered with some posters and a notice board. Nothing personal…