Our future. Marcus wants to marry me.”“He proposed to you?”“No, Mom. He didn’t have to -- we’ve known that’s where we’re headed for a ...ong time. You know he wants to be a chef. He’s been accepted at the CIA in New York.”“The Culinary Institute? That’s quite an honor.”“You know I’m heading to the fashion design program at Victor State here in town. Basically we have the rest of the school year and the summer together. Then we’ll be half a continent apart. We don’t know if we can handle a. She spread soap over them. Francis let the warm water rinse off the soap. She moaned quietly from the sensation. As she soaped up her stomach, Francis pictured Bo sitting on the bathroom sink and watching her. She rotated her hips slightly and pulled back her shoulders. Her hand glided from one hip to the other. Her fingers returned to clean out her belly button. Then they slid downward. She applied a bit of shampoo to her bush. Lathering her pubic hair was a great excuse to massage the region.. Yes, I liked her. Yes, I liked hanging out with her. And yes, I'd given thoughts about what it'd be like to sleep with her. I met her in college. She was a lot younger than I was. The age difference was almost 20 years. But that wasn't the big problem. At least she was in her mid 20's when I met her. The problem was her sister. Miranda was 17. She was a lot younger than her sister Amanda. And she was almost 25 years younger than me. But it didn't stop me from thinking what I was thinking.It. Now the story. I was in the12th standard at that time. Sam and Neha both used to teach me science and maths. They were both best friend and sometimes people used to have doubt on them that they are a couple. They knew me really well because of my really bad behavior.Now skipping everything and going to the main story. So it was our annual day. It was a really long show. I was on the top floor of the school building as I wanted to stay alone and have some drinks. The show was going on. It was on.