Throughout the post-student era, we were very keen to play with kiss marks. Kiss marks! A quiet dark red mark, lying on the neck, or leaning out a little corner from the collar of the shirt, implied the passion of the day before yesterday without saying a word. This is simply too good to arouse the gossip heart of the bad friends around you. How can one not torture such a thing? What is more terrible than being ridiculed by bad friends is being interrogated by parents! In order to avoid suspicion, we think hard about excuses, the most common of which is: [This is mosquito bite! ] Who believes it was bitten by mosquitoes… … … Later, when I Read More …