Since the first day I went there, I noticed that Shawn stared at me from time to time. He was a huge black muscled man in his late thirties and the mo...t handsome guy in the gym.Soon we became good friends, starting to talk as we trained.One Saturday morning he did not come and I found it strange.So, after finishing my usual work out there, I sent him a message. “I missed you today at the gym…”Some moments later my phone received his answer.“I’m fine, just laying still in bed…” Shawn wrote. I and she stayed in my dormitory for a while. I can't stand it anymore. The younger brother is up and suffering, but he can't do it. The dormitory is shared with others. Finally, we decided to sit here and I liked where she liked.Good luck, actually the stone bench is empty.What I am most in love with is her beautiful face that looks up at me. Usually, I am sitting on a stool. She is squatting and pressing her arms on my legs. Sometimes she likes to put her face on my thighs. I put her legs on. He carefully chose his words and reminded me of a math professor I once met. He reeked of intelligence. He wore a black suit with a very nice black and red silk tie, and drove a Lexus. All these things together were a little overwhelming to say the least. My nervousness went into overdrive and I could hardly form a sentence. Mercifully, we went inside after a very brief introduction. I had started to shake a bit from being so nervous and I don't think I could have hidden it for much. He had told her that he wasn’t interested; that she had hurt him too much and was still flaunting her infidelity but of course, you never know. Perhaps all was not rosy in the land of the cradle-snatchers; perhaps she was having difficulty living with a boy who was twenty years younger than she was, I wondered maliciously.I was surprised how easy I found it to talk to her while in the midst of an affair with her estranged husband. It might have been because I knew what she was still up to.