Me: What? That was the whole point of coming there.Ekta: Haha… Is it?Me:Ekta: Yes. I will always remember this.Me: Obviously, this is your bachelore...te.Ekta: Is it? Well, it’s just you and me…Me: Yes, do we need anyone else?Ekta: Nope, it’s just the way I thought. So how have you planned my bachelorette?Me: Let’s keep it spontaneous, do get a little tipsy if you can.Ekta: We’ll see. Please come soon.Me: Yes, on my way to make your weekend happening…Ekta: Oh! Let’s see!As soon as I reached Pune. ." Yes, honey bun?" When you were first getting together, did you have any doubts?" Oh, sure, everyone has doubts. But your dad and I have been together a long time." When did you first know? I mean really know, you know?" Oh, sometimes I think I've always known. But I can tell you when I really knew I knew. Seventh grade. Mr. Joyce's English class." It happened in school?" It happened everywhere. But the knowing started there. We had to do these oral presentations from a one page report on. You tell me we must leave immediately.We start walking to your apartment…you’re one step ahead of me as I try to keep up with you. I can’t take my eyes off of the perfect curve of your body sheathed in leather even though I feel like I’m very much in trouble. We duck into a secluded alleyway and into the closest doorway. You tell me to unzip my pants. As soon as I do, you reach down and tighten my ring -- the pain and pressure is excruciatingly perfect. I zip up and we’re off again, this time a. ’ ‘How do you know my name?’ He shrugged. ‘Let me in.’ ‘No!’ ‘Invite me in!’ The words were snarled, barely discernable. Susan drew back in shock, her gaze finally slipping from the boy’s eyes. She slammed the door in his face and locked it quickly, her hand shaking. Though she couldn’t see the child, she knew he was still waiting outside. She could feel him waiting. Shivering, Susan moved away from the door, glancing around, ensuring that all the drapes were tightly drawn. She checked the.