When I went to the alumni association, my first love classmate got married and became a married woman. She became sick and defenseless, and she was all-you-can-show underwear and chest chiller, and my cheek was gingin. When she noticed, she clasped my cheeks under the desk and said, "Ciao at the store." As soon as I was alone in the bathroom and in the unobtrusive corridor, I was looking for it and got hooked.