As tired as I was, I didn't want to leave her that way. I found another face cloth and cleaned her up, as well as myself.I climbed into our bed, pulle... her arm across my chest and her leg over my thigh. She snuggled closer and I knew everything would be Ok. I covered us with a sheet and lay back. Closing my eyes I could still picture everything about her. I could feel her breath on my shoulder, so I turned to her and gave her one last kiss.* * *I could feel the bright, warm light on my face,. . perhaps I should get to the point of this Dear Diary entry...It turns out Bean was a senior too... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a senior in college at the same time he was a senior in high school. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can come to his classes and science labs at the college all by himself. And... he had a terrible stutter. When we had the first break and I introduced myself, the poor thing could barely get his name. I learnt 3 software, and all the 3 teachers were females. After learning the first 2 software in the first 4 months, I thought I’d spend the next 4 learning Ansys, which is the most important. I didn’t expect my lecturer to look good or sexy. The first 2 teachers were married and in their mid-30s (not very good-looking).But as soon as she entered the small classroom, every guy checked her out. She was perfectly brown, had a pretty face and an irresistible body. She was wearing an Indian kurti. She had employed caterers to attend to everything else. My sisters tormented and teased me all day about my soldier boy uniform, saying that I was too skinny to be a fighting man, but I ignored them. At two o'clock I said it was time I started getting ready, but they kept saying there was plenty of time until, of course, we had a mad rush to get me dressed. They made me have another bath - the water was scented, they used perfumed talc and just how they managed to convince me that soldiers wore.