”“Unworthy? Why would you think you’re unworthy? And for the record we both love you. Mike told me he loved you just yesterday. We’d both like...you to loosen up a bit and to stop trying to apply your MBA to these relationships, but otherwise we think you’re flawless. Those are minor things for us.”Margo sobbed, “When we were in the Caribbean I fucked Mike and Martin and Jim. I made out with Brad and Jerry too ... and all within a couple of days of each other. I was so bad. Mike can’t possibly. They were all gone, but they had forever changed her life.She rested her head and let her mind wander backwards in time. It had been a day very much like today, she thought; spring-like, but still overcast; the sky uncertain of its ultimate direction. Arrangements for her annual physical at St. Mark's had been made and she arrived promptly on time; a doctor - black - was waiting to greet her. Her driver and guard were the first out of the car, and as they opened her door, she watched in horror. And day were passed without taking any advantage and we completed our course and left to native places.Now the real story begins. One fine day I got a notification in WhatsApp that I was added to my class WhatsApp group. So rest you can imagine what happened. Sharing whereabouts and career plans. And I got her number from that group and texted her personally.After couple of days I told her about that cleavage incident on photoshoot day. She was really shocked to hear that and at the same time. I got up and knocked on the door. It was afternoon, and the street seemed to be almost abandoned. As the moments pass by, I am becoming restless every second. This time I banged on the door softly. Yet, there is no response. Then I banged on the door hard.After a few seconds, the door opened. To my surprise, I was welcomed by my irritating father.“Why are you banging on the door? Can’t you wait?” he asked.“I am feeling hungry,” I blabbered something.He looked at me for a moment. I ignored him.