I continued back to the court, but stopped once more when I picked upon the voice again. Looking more intensively I noticed a woman at a park bench on...a phone. It looked like Cheyenne so I decided to walk over.My assumptions were right. She was sitting sort of slumped over so she hadn't even notice me walk over. She seemed to be upset as I was able to get a better look upon her face. My heart instantly fell heavy as I gazed at a face filled with pain. This was a far cry from the woman I had. Ivy opened that door. It was a bathroom door. Ivy had her own bathroom within her bedroom. Ivy went inside and slammed the door behind her.SLAMIt was a very loud slam. Charles was afraid that he was going to go deaf. He looked at the time. It was half-past-eleven. Charles lied to his mom that he was spending time with his friends and that they were catching up on old times, explaining why he was going to come late sometimes. His mom didn't care, as long as he could get up on his own and get. Her face was like that of an angel, so i had to really concentrate on the finance stuff and not just gaze into her eyes. After working about a dozen finance problems, we took a brief break.We talked about her other courses and what she was planning to do after her graduation next fall. I soon found out that she did some part-time modeling, and that she had just broken up with her boyfriend less than 3 weeks ago. I asked if she was dating anybody else, and she replied “no”. This kind of. I decided to try my luck and walked towards him, brushing my hand against his thigh as I made my way to the bar for another drink. I looked back to meet his gaze.He got the idea and followed me, bringing his friends with. We struck up a conversation - he was visiting from Las Vegas, here in Orlando on business. He was 40 years old which surprised me. I had guessed that he was in his upper twenties. He look fucking amazing for his age. After a while, we decided to head back to my place for some.