I made up my mind and decided that this day would be the day I will approach her.In the evening, my eyes were fixed on her. She was wearing a tight ku...ta and a salwar. I wanted to just fuck her right there in front of everyone but I controlled myself. Then I remembered that she taught History in the University. My mind started working.I went to her and introduced myself and told her that I am a UPSC aspirant and requested her to teach me history during her free time. My plan worked and she. Her back pack was slung over one shoulder and as she climbed in she set it at her feet.“Hey, sweetie,” she said as she leaned and kissed me on the lips. I could taste the raspberry lip balm she was wearing. She wore make up, but never lipstick. As her smooth lips touched mine I heard “Ech,” from the back. I shot an evil look at my sister as she shrugged her shoulders. I turned back to the road and drove to school. Nothing happened that day, so it went by pretty slow. I got to see Ashley at two. Marty found himself back on the shovel filling the wheelbarrow with the new compost. Then he was digging it back out again to place it around the fruit trees that Mary wanted it to put under.Mary had to laugh at his millions of questions as they worked. It wasn’t hard to tell that he had never worked on a farm. He didn’t seem a stranger to a shovel, however, and she guessed that he actively worked as a geologist. The honed muscles also suggested they weren’t just maintained in a gym. The lawyer. They were right. I didn’t know anything about Caley other than she was amazing, and that if I was going to be part of her life, love wasn’t the only thing I had to be able to offer. In some ways, that may have been the easy part.My mother fed me some dinner which I hardly noticed. I went upstairs and, trembling a little, I called Caley.She answered, “Hello Alex!”Her voice was so beautiful and I totally succumbed and became hypnotized by everything she was saying and telling me. I listened, I.