Weakly, I turned my head and looked to my mother who gave me a lookthat managed to convey both sympathy and worry in the same glance. Itried to lift m... legs to get out of bed, but I discovered that my legsjust didn't want to move nor did my arms for that matter. "I-I can'tmove," I said my voice coming out with a pronounced crack as if I wereundergoing puberty again.Mother smiled, that damn infuriating smile of hers that she usedwhenever she was worried. "Athilda said something like this. And now you! I don't know if it's because you haven't heard enough people tell you how lovely you are – but please 'Don't Disrespect Yourself Like That!'"I got out of the car and went over to let her out, but she didn't move, I stood there waiting for as long as it would take.She started to cry, pretty hard – I got in and asked, "What's wrong?" I don't deserve you, Jamison – you're so wonderful, you treat me like I'm a princess or something, you tell me how pretty I am – I never thought I was. "DJ!" I hollered and watch him whip his head around."Hey, Trish!" He and two other boys that I didn't recognize come over to our table. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like the cold." I don't, but I got suckered into coming. How about you?" They drew even with us and I saw my companions gazes roam over the new-comers. "Oh, sorry, this is Daniel. These are Tracy, Allison and Marie," I pointed to each of them in turn and they giggled. I rolled my eyes and sighed."Hi. This is. I remember she told me that likes biriyani a lot. She has got nice collection of bangles. Whenever I meet her and I see nice colored bangles. When I asked her about it, she told that she likes them a lot one Saturday it so happened, that her friends were out with their boyfriends being it a weekend, and she was alone in her flat.I got a call from her saying that she was getting bored and not feeling like coming out of her place and she asked me to come to her place. I got ready, had breakfast.