Living In Oslo

While studying music in Oslo I went to the opera house and sat on a bench by the train station, a man asked me what was wrong. I told him my backpack had been stolen. He offered to buy me something to eat. I told him that my passport, money, laptop, phone were all in the backpack.

He walked me to my student apartment and I opened the door with my key in my pocket. After checking around the apartment which was one room and a bathroom, he said he wanted to be nice to me and if I wanted him to be nice. He was looking at me in a way that I knew what he meant by nice. He offered me five hundred kroner, and asked me to take my top off, putting the money on the bed. Taking my top off felt both bad and good, his band on my breast felt good. I let him pull my pants down, to touch me. He took his shoes and pants off and stood over me and I laid back for him. He was like most men, it was over quickly. I put the money in the drawer, stayed undressed, gave him tea. He wanted to be nice again, he had three hundred kroner, better eight hundred so I gave him lots of attention.

I counted in my book, he was number sixteen since I arrived in Oslo. I had enough for the rent but I didn't want him to go, I showed him my backpack under my bed, and got in his arms. That was one Saturday night. I see my guest of that afternoon and night and he us my friend.