Club of Virgins by Pet TorreS Read Free Book Online

is the name of a Dutch dance! I love it! I remember my father, after all he was Dutch.”
    Denise saw us and came to us almost immediately.
    “Peta!” She looked at Natan who was beside me and smiled at him kindly, knowing he was the guy I had spoken about.
    “Hello,” she said first.
    “Hi,” Natan answered and the three of us remained standing.
    “Peta, do you want a ride home?”
    I looked at Natan and said, “I’ll see you this weekend at my presentation.”
    “Okay,” he replied.
    “Bye.” Denise nodded her head to him.
    “Bye,” Natan replied and stood still in the courtyard, looking at both of us going in the direction of the College parking. Sometimes Natan took the subway to go to college. And when he took his father’s car, usually he gave me a ride to my house.
    “He is handsome! I think you hooked a good one but he is quite a timid guy!” Denise exclaimed, walking beside me. She walked like she was waddling whenever she was wearing a dress and high heels.
    “I met a guy this weekend. He asked me go out on Friday night.”
    “But before that you will attend my presentation at the College Field, you cow ?”
    Cow was a nickname that we both had when we were referring to each other from time to time.
    “Sure I'll be at your presentation.”
    Her arm went across my shoulder.
    “I am always there to support you in almost everything in your life. Do not forget that,” she said looking ahead.
    “I think it is good!”
    We smiled at each other.
    I could not see myself without Denise’s friendship. We had been friends from our teenage years. When Denise lost her virginity, I was the first person to know about it, just as she was the first person to know when I lost mine. She was the only one to know about it. Our secrets were kept only between us.
    There was never a third person between us.
     

Chapter 16
     
     
     
    Presentation at College Field
     
    Peta
     
     
     
    Due to the Cultural Anthropology Work, we students of history had to do a presentation where the topic was a dance inspired by the Dutch culture. We had to do a performance of a dance called Haketone.
    The space was packed with people. There were several tents with Dutch food and workmanship inspired by the Dutch culture.
    In the front of the stage were several girls and guys dressed in costumes for the Haketone dance. The women were dressed in long skirts, petticoats, blouses decorated with pleats, lace, buttons and strips and aprons. The young men wore a typical costume called 'Klepbroek'.
    The accordionists were also wearing the costume used for the Haketone dance.
    After the speech of the college dean and some of the faculty members, the dance finally started.
    I looked at the audience and saw Denise. She smiled at me. She was wearing red lipstick on her lips. She lifted her hand and looked around, trying to show me that the field was full of people. But my eyes searched for Natan. I still had not seen him. 
    After a few seconds, I saw someone standing close to the front. He was dressed in a dark shirt and dark jeans and was near a couple who were next to the stage. It was Natan. His eyes were paying attention to me all the time during the dance. He could not watch the dance as a whole. His attention was absorbed only by my body’s movements on stage to the sound of the accordions. There was a young man who was my partner during the dance and he was dancing in front of me, holding my hand. We had to smile and exchange glances constantly. This was part of the dance.
    Natan witnessed everything.
    He seemed to become nervous during the presentation. His hand reached his nape and scratched it several times. After that he put his hands into his jeans’ pockets and shrugged at the same time as he watched us.
    Natan did not seem satisfied with that presentation.
     

     
    With the end of the dance, I came down from the stage and walked through the university field. I looked at the place where Natan was standing during the