*By late Sunday morning, twenty four hours had passed and two dozen messages from Tony had arrived since he and I had kissed each other goodbye as we ...eft the hotel. They were almost all on the same theme; when could we spend yet more time together? When would I tell Pete how we felt about each other? When could I move in with him?I had replied as evasively as I could and made as few promises as I could but there was no denying the way my heart felt, however clearly my head told me otherwise.. I felt myself needing to go upstairs before she noticed involuntary movement under my towel."I'm gonna go get dressed. Make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything."I escaped up to my bathroom, and just about ten seconds after I closed it, there was a tapping at the door."Yes?" I asked.The door opened and Evie stepped inside. "Um, there's something I wanted to ask you." What is it?" I asked, my heart nervously pounding."What's going on here?" she asked, as she reached her hand. Occasionally she would ask somebody to get somethingfrom her room. Just as I heard steps coming up and approaching - shewould look in and laugh. The next morning she told me they all knew,anyway, and I always wondered if it was true, and what they must thinkof me. One day I was out shopping with one of them, and she casuallyheld up a dress. 'This would look great on you,' she said. They didknow! All through my university life my friends knew about my cherishedsecret. Some taunted me and teased. Sometimes life just throws things at you and you have to take a chance. Your letters were so sweet, so romantic. You should write poetry, or romance novels!’ Raj laughed. ‘I am no poet. Only you bring it out in me.’ He looked into her eyes, searching for something. ‘What’s wrong? she asked. ‘Truth?’ Now she laughed, quiet but strong like bells shaking. ‘Of course truth!’ Raj took both her hands and looked into her eyes. ‘I want to take you to my apartment and make love to you in ways you have.