“Where did you go?” I asked, but the question I wanted answered was a different one entirely.“Just out for dinner. It was nice to see him again,...I’d forgotten what a decent guy he is.”“And then?”“And then he dropped me off and went home! What kind of a girl do you think I am?” she demanded, obviously upset with me.“I’m sorry, Christy.” I said, “I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just something I can’t help but feel a bit sensitive about. He’s you ex-boyfriend, and my son.”“I know.” She said,. ‘Get up, they need you at your post.’ The man saluted and walked away closing the hatch behind him. The sweaty man rose from his bunk in the cramped quarters wearing only his skivvies or underwear sweat poured from his slightly out of shape body. He had brown eyes and blonde curly hair cut short to meet naval regulations, which was very unflattering on his pale skin. The room he stood in was only big enough across to have two bunks placed, but only just barely. The overhead lights gave off a. Anyway here we go.. It all started when i first saw her in the metro. There she was standing in the ladies coach all alone, indulged into her mobile playing candy crush(told by her later on). She was wearing a white shirt and a pair of denim that showed every curve of her gorgeous body.The moment i laid my eyes on her i could not take them off of her. She is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen in my life. I check out a lot of girls and ladies but this one was different. My guess was that. Maybe."But because that's a possibility, should I stay in a corner, huddled in fetal position, and wait for it? No! Fuck that! All I can do is treat each moment as it comes, make each choice based on what I see, what I feel, what I know right then."She touched my cheek. "You are my choice, mister. Not because you helped me, not because I'm traumatized, not because I'm a ditzy teen who doesn't know any better. Not even," she said archly, "because you've got a nice ass under that charcoal gray.