Luckily, I didn't have to solve these problems, because I received 100 bugs a week from my parents' account, which was enough for one vibrator a year. The girls usually bought classic dildos, but I didn't want to lose my membrane so easily. All you had to do was enter the showers, prick up your ears, and screams and moans of pleasure could be heard from every cabin. In the morning, in the evening, in the afternoon, whenever. Only running water could be heard. They often asked us why we moan “does the shave hurt so much?” They asked us. As if they didn't know that our educators were bullying us for every shaved hair. Everyone walked out of the shower naked, including me, with a beaver as hairy and red as my head.
