Fuck this. Something we never thought about would be important isimportant now. Ramona felt awful. She couldn't stop crying. She walkedaround in her a...artment. She threw up several times. All she did that daywas walking in circles and staring at her phone. Eyes swollen and burningfrom crying the whole day. Everything felt sore.Ramona felt lost. Was Julie gone? She hoped and waited. If Julie wasgone, she couldn't even go to her funeral to say properly goodbye. Thethought of that hurt so much. " Her name is Teresa ..." Okay, Teresa. Mother wanted to make sure you came to the wedding andwanted to make sure it was with Jeremy. The first man you saw you'dfall in love with, and we made sure that was Jeremy. Mother blames youfor breaking up my sister and Jeremy's marriage, given you two weresleeping together when they got divorced." What? You knew about that? But I swear they were already on the outswhen we were seeing each other! I had nothing to do with the divorce!" Mother and I knew. Class and homework took up most of my time, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to party, or experience too many girls. That last thing hurt the most. I was a sexually frustrated young teenager, on the verge of becoming twenty, and I still hadn’t lost my virginity. I hadn’t even had my dick touched by a girl. I was always shy, and coupled with bad luck, my experiences with girls were horrible. India was a way for me to get away from my life, to take my mind off of school and sex.It took a while. One second later, guess who showed up? Mr. Singh, the young Indian security guard whom I left in the security booth downstairs. He’d begun patrolling and made his way up the floors. Upon seeing him, the two police officers relaxed. Here comes my partner, I said. The chubby policewoman looked at Singh in his uniform. He wore the khaki shirt and black pants with the red company logo emblazed upfront. I wore a black security uniform, with the company logo upfront and on my epaulettes ( I ranked.