It was a depressing thought though, so I should probably cheer myself up. Maybe I could dream about what I wanted Vuong to do with me when we were completely alone in a sound-proof room? His laptop was a real trove of treasure, who knew he was that kinky? He was good in hiding his porn stash – a five-level folder structure, with two as decoys, hidden view setting and a few other tricks. Well, I was better at digging in his computer, and he took my birthday as his password. To be fair, he was a hormonal teenager… and the last time I checked, I was the same. Well, it would just make our romantic life much more interesting, but it would be way longer than in the future.