I smiled at her willingness to be open and honest with me.“So, did you ever masturbate when you were younger?”Deni flushed bright red, “Noooo”...she said shaking her head, “My mom always taught me that it was wrong, like impure”“So, you’ve never masturbated?”“nope” she shook her head affirmatively“So, you never get turned on and feel the need to touch yourself?”Again, she shook her head, “well… yes I sometimes get aroused, but I just try to distract myself by thinking of something else”“You know,. " She ran toward the back of the house.I turned down the hallway and stopped at the first closed door I came to. It was only a few steps, but I figured they must know I was coming. I stood so that I was not directly in front of the closed door, and used to my left hand to turn the doorknob. Bullets came flying through the door before it was even opened. I do not know if it was nerves or simply disregard for human life that caused the shooting to start like that.Whatever the reason might of. For just as long. These were her Hard Things. That day was the hardest day of my life. Sitting there and not being able to hold her. Or even pretend to hold her while she listened to me talk to her on the phone. "Hope honey, Don loves you now, just like Chris did." Don's trying to love me. Chris still does." Hope had forgotten that I was even in the room or it would have hurt even worse. She was in her nightmare past. I thanked God that Karen was there with her. "I've never. I asked him who he was and he said he lived next door and that Mitali had given him her landline wireless as she had gone out. I reached at her house in the evening at 5 pm and rang the bell. She opened the door and my jaw almost fell. She was in her mid twenties and was just so stunning. I couldn’t believe that she was a teacher. I politely asked her if I could come in. She agreed and asked me to sit down. I told her about my predicament and she agreed to tutor me every alternate day before.