I had saved enough money to buy an old, used pickup truck from someone my dad knew. It was almost twenty years old, but it had no rust, and was powere... by a reliable inline six cylinder engine with a stick shift. It was cheap to buy and cheap to run ... except for the insurance. That cost almost as much as the truck itself. But, I needed transportation, and I couldn't rely on Mom's car all the time, so I stuck my neck out and bought the truck.By mid-term exams, I had begun to have an idea of. I felt as if somebody shot me in my heart with a 9 mm bullet. The pain was unbearable. She was looking like a woman in the late 20s. But later I came to know that her age was 38.She had round, apple chin face had a dimple on her cheeks, with a small black mole on her lower part of her lip. It added more beauty to her lovely face. She was extremely fair with a voluptuous body. She had huge breasts that were sitting proudly on her chest. It was looking like mountains with a deep valley.Her butt. It was more than enough people for Mom to quit micromanaging the way I arranged stuffed mushrooms on the serving platters and opt out to play hostess with her friends and those who only knew her well enough to hear she was serving free food. One of those people was that man from this morning. ‘Rick, he’s here!’ I said, dragging him from the living room and into the sanctuary of the kitchen. ‘Who? He? What?’ he asked, trying to get his bearings and trying to make sense of my panic. ‘Him,’ I. Her suspicions matched mine. “I hear the words you aren’t saying. I’ve thought them all before they occurred to you.”She appraised me carefully before speaking again. “It means you’re a sorcerer like her, doesn’t it? You were kept imprisoned because of your sorcery, and now you’re free. That’s why she came after you...” Her tongue ran along her front teeth. “What ... what are you going to do now?”“I don’t know.” I muttered, then gasped at the utter incredulity of the idea that slowly unfurled.