She bought a nice bouquet and heaps of chocolates and got into an Uber.Trupti was delighted to see Nidhi’s message. But she could sense that the mes...age sounded more formal than coming from a close friend. Just then, the security intercom rang and Trupti answered the call.Trupti: Hello, who is this?Nidhi: Hi Trupti, Nidhi here. I am at your apartment. Give me access to the lift.Trupti’s heart was racing like an F1 car. Is she really Nidhi? Why is she here? What made her come? Hundreds of. Actually, an inch and a half would be more accurate. Erect, I cried when I couldn't quite make four inches. You can well imagine the cat calls, jibes, and hoots that garnered me. Shit, even the girls called me Shorty with a decided leer and then giggled themselves silly. They weren't thinking about my height either. Word got around real fast.So, the first three years of high school were an absolute horror for me. Feelings of inadequacy, self-doubt, fear of rejection, shyness, self loathing--you. " Good," she said. "Now it's your turn."-3-"You want me to eat you out?" I asked her.Rebecca sighed, looking forlorn, and sat up in bed beside me. Despite the fact that she was still wearing her flannel pajamas and I was stark naked, I felt comfortable. She looked away from me and I sat up on my elbows."What's wrong?" I asked."Do you love me?" she asked."You know I do," was my reply. I didn't like where this was going."Would you love me no matter what?" she asked. I nodded."Of course," I told. He walked into the empty commissary, relieved that he didn't have to talk to anyone. He poured some hot water and plucked a leave from the bush sitting in a flowerpot on the counter. With his back to the door, Jorie meant to ignore anyone who walked in the door.The screen door slammed and Jorie hunched over his tea, breathing the tangy fumes deep into his lungs. Tempting as it was, he refused to look up. But the person walked over and sat down directly across from him."Still mad at me?" Kita.