10:30 Saturday morning I met Allison off her bus, she looked beautiful, her hair danced on her shoulders as she wore a red top with black trousers. Th...n we made our way to the Post Office, as we arrived Robin was waiting. “Hi Girls” “Hi Robin” we both chorused, “Come on” I said, as we walked down the road, he got a packet of fags out. “Didn’t know you smoked” I said as we took one, he smiled as we hooked up and carried on walking.We were soon at my house, as we went in, I said “Coffee or Coke”. She’d had her own schoolgirl crush on a teacher. Her focus shifted, remembering Mr. Keene, her grade eleven Geography teacher, who turned all the girls’ heads. Most girls in his class developed a sudden and profound interest in maps and land masses, in order to approach him with questions. It was Tori Hill who took a different approach, finding better results by acting up and getting a detention. She ended up staying after school with Mr. Keene a few times and the stories began. The gossip. We started chatting to each other daily. We exchanged our e-mail address and personal details. I found her quite interesting and jolly. One day I have asked her personal number and she readily gave me the same. We then started talking on the phone as well and started chatting through Whatsapp. I came to know she has a son who is just 3 yrs old and her husband works in a multinational company and keep on traveling. she told few problems she is facing on a personal front. She told me that her. In the morning, the guy let himself out. I have no idea how he got back to wherever he came from. I spent the morning, nursing Gina as though she had survived a traumatic experience. Breakfast in bed, gentle, gentle, gentle wake up. Her body was bruised. She had bite and suck marks on her neck and breasts. I traced them with my fingers. Gina pulled my head to her, and I gently kissed all the places that had been treated so roughly. We moved quietly, wordlessly. I was weeping, as I slowly moved.