ByeI went to play but I was thinking about the night and what was going to happen?By 8 pm, I came home. I took bath and asked mom for lunch. I had din...er and then told mom I was going to sleep.She said, “Don’t sleep here today. Go and sleep in our neighbor aunty’s place as she is alone there”Me: No, I will sleep here only (so that she didn’t get any doubts).Mom: no boy, please go for today since her husband is out of town. She is afraid to sleep aloneMe: ok I will go and sleep for tonight. There was more than just me being a blind, stupid fool, I realized. I'd also been afraid. I've never forced the issue with Sharon and negotiated or discussed what I wanted. I'd never come right out and said I wanted to date her, or questioned her when she said she didn't want to date me. I'd never stood up for myself.No wonder I'd exploded in the end.That's what I needed to apologize for. I slowed to a gentle walk as the revelation sunk in. I continued to play with the words while I finished. She glances up at her colleagues who are working diligently, no one has noticed her movements. She is pleased with herself for being so discreet. As she continues moving her hand up, she feels his hand. She rubs it gently feeling the hair on it and the ridges of his fingers. She locks her fingers around his and he squeezes her tightly. He lifts his hand, and with hers still on top, he moves their hands over and he grabs her thigh and forcefully rubs it. He can feel her thigh muscle tighten as. Stan was not sure, when it started; he just seemed to start noticing more about her. The way she walked, the way her mouth creased when she smiled. The way her fingers looked so long and delicate. Even her brown hair had, seemingly overnight, developed a sheen that he so longed to run his hands through.If that was not bad enough, her wardrobe had changed as well. Gone were the baggy scuffed jeans and T-shirts. In their stead, were cropped tops that just seemed to get smaller the more she wore.