Where are we going with the sofa?" I showed him the way upstairs. My condo is one of those where the ground floor is the garage, the second floor is t...e main living area, and the bedrooms are on the third floor. Eddie was a little concerned about getting the sofa up the stairs and around the corner into the living room. He and Jose conferred, then they started bringing it up. Luckily, it turned out not to be any problem.I checked out the sofa to be sure there was no damage or anything, then. Although I could not see, I did notice the charge of electricity that caused the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end. I had never felt such a strong reaction to anything or anyone. The feelings intensified when a voice broke the silence."What can I do for you?" The tone was far from friendly despite being feminine. I heard a movement and a click and I guessed that she had moved inside the room, shutting out the noise from the corridor, as she did so. All of a sudden I felt afraid, but of what. Next day, after exams she came to my house when no one was there. She went and closed the door and called me after few minutes. The thing I saw I got shocked. She was in her bra and pant. She told me that he is finding hard to remove bra hook and needs help from somebody’s help. As no one was there I was the one to do. I thought it was unintentional, later I found it to be intentional. When I unhooked the bra, she turned around instantly with a bra in hand cupped. I was bout to leave then she. . I didn’t mean . . .’ She looked back at her friends. ‘We spend so much of our lives kidding ourselves about what we want. We want to be rock stars or famous actors or astronauts. But all the time, we’re going to public school. Then we’re supposed to go to college, then graduate school. By the time we’re done, we’ve spent over a fourth of our life, just to get ready to spend all our time working and not enjoying our lives.’ ‘I get that,’ said Rachel. ‘Unfortunately, sometimes you gotta.