I poured the sparkling water into a glass and placed it in front of her. I took my seat across from her. She stared at me in silence with an approving...smile on her face. “What?” I asked her when I noticed the smile. Viv took a sip from her glass and replied, “Nothing. I was just thinking how different from Italy this place is. And thank you for pouring my water, very gentlemanly of you. It’s been a while since…” She stopped mid-sentence. I didn’t push it. I knew what she was going to say. Gino. I thought that I will have only this experience to share it with you all but after the first experience I was more and more desperate to meet any beautiful women and have more experience. Which happened on 20 Aug 2007 but nothing happened after that till that day and even I was busy with my life but yet in the back of my mind I was constantly thinking of that women but as usual one women cant be a part of my dream much longer …ya ya I coming to the point this incident happened with again on 14. After that, she knew she had to move to this region.Even after many years, the local government had done little about the dangerous road and Nancy was happy about that. The local town morgue was always busiest on weekends. It was the thought of the futility that aroused her, the loss of loved young men, the loss of not-so-loved young men, daring to test their luck on the road. Usually they were found in pairs - coupled for seeking death.She loved the risks they took, the state in which she. It was warm and she wore shorts and a summer top. She raked the early fallen leaves and cut grass. I wanted to approach her but strong embarrassment held me back. I could only desire her slender shapely body, her bronze hair and tiny feet from the safety of my window. On the morning of the third day she was out again. I was in the kitchen making coffee. As the water gurgled in the coffeemaker I stared at my back door. I wanted her. Finally I could wait no longer. I went and found Megan.