This is when I really notice how beautiful she really is she won't look me in the eye but I can still see her big green eyes and with her shoulder le...t he brown hair and light pink lip stick with eyeliner on than I her eyes r watering and her lips are shaking I can see she's about to cry I teach across the table to tell her it's going to be ok and she grabs my hand pulls me over to her and starts to beg me not tell anyone she needs this job tells me I love to teach I want to be around the k**s. I'm used to it. I usually intimidate the men I meet." It's not intimidation," I said bluntly, and perhaps with a bit more force than I had intended."Oh ... so ... what is it then?" She challenged me without hesitation."Long story ... no ... that's not right. Short story ... six days long." Good. Short stories are easy to remember." She was grinning during this banter."Sorry ... not for public consumption." I turned away, looking to change the topic. "You were sketching. Is it your hobby?" I. I met her in college. She was a lot younger than I was. The age difference was almost 20 years. But that wasn't the big problem. At least she was in her mid 20's when I met her. The problem was her sister. Miranda was 17. She was a lot younger than her sister Amanda. And she was almost 25 years younger than me. But it didn't stop me from thinking what I was thinking.It wasn't that long after going to dinner at Olive Garden with the girls that I really started having serious thoughts about. You're not really sure what those American movies were going on about; your school life in Australia is going well and all the bullying stopped the moment everyone started driving cars. You have a decent amount of friends and you generally get on well with everyone in your year.The advert leads you to an odd website, a promotional splash image taking up most of the screen. The image is of 'The Orgasmotron 3000', a contraption that looks vaguely like a science fiction pistol. It's small enough.