I tried to calm myself — but the loss of Julie was just too recent. My mind was in a panic and my gut felt like it had a giant hand twisting my insi...es into a pretzel. My gut fears had usually ended up real and there was no way I could ignore them; irrational or not, they had to be dealt with.As I fought to regain my balance my mind kept focusing on the horrific events surrounding of Julie's death. My guilt-ridden mind had often revisited that terrible incident, searching for some elusive clue,. She immediately looked at me. I got scared, but She smiled, and again involved in her work. I again did it. This time for a longer time period. She stared at me and told, “Sonu! You are getting naughty haan!” I told her, “Didi.. why are you having cold feet”. She laughed! Idiot! its February, and still bit winter, and I don’t wear slippers. I again queried, but i am not cold. She smiled like a vamp. My tuition class was going in a wrong direction. She touched my feet with her feet this time and. I had to remember that.Consequences.I led her from the worship hall into a quiet section of classrooms that wouldn’t be used tonight. I led her past the near ones, her hand hot in mine. She smelled so sweet, her perfume filling my nose while her footsteps echoed behind me.“Oh, I need this soooo bad, Mr. Davies,” she moaned. “All weekend ... I just can’t resist. I even came to Sunday morning worship, and you weren’t here.”“I overslept,” I said. “Sorry.”“Just make it up to me,” she moaned as I. "Yes please."Five years ago"It was the weekend after your 20th birthday, you and your friends went out to a club to celebrate and there you guys started playing a game. You lost and were supposed to ask the first guy that you see to dance with you. That was me, I was there with my friends and it was my turn to go buy the drinks, you just turned around and saw me. You got up, walked to me and asked me to dance.I was surprised at the beginning, a pretty girl asking me to dance with her. I didn't.