He thought about the other steakhouses in the area. The fancy ones didn’t serve steaks on the bone. It was always a New York Strip, Fillet Mignon, o... a Rib Eye. The high priced steakhouses had asparagus, baked potatoes or fancy mashed potatoes for sides. They served garden salads with fancy dressings.The problem was that he liked a good sized Porterhouse steak, cooked medium rare. He liked a baked sweet potato with butter, sugar, and cinnamon as a side, and a lettuce salad with Thousand Island. She speaks with a Southern drawl, but she certainly has been influenced by her time in the North, because it’s not as strong an accent as I’ve heard from other people from Georgia. I asked where she was from when I first heard her speak. It was a natural question. I guess she gets it all the time, being a transplanted Southerner. She’s been in Ohio for three or four years working for BRMC, doing her business consulting thing. Her voice was magic. It’s a kind of little girl’s voice, soft and. After coming to college every student gets a mobile of his own . One fine day ,I got a text from an unknown number saying Hi . I also replied back by sending Hi . And that was the start of the second phase of our tensions . She teased me with some messages saying that I m your ex and I want to meet u . At that point of time I couldn’t recognize who could it be. I thought it might be a male friend playing a prank . But after some messages. She messaged that she wanted to meet me .I agreed though. I often went here to run, or just when I wanted to be alone. I knew there would be a few people, but not too many because it was a Monday. I jogged through the main gates, and turned off onto a wooded path. This path went to a far part of the park which was known for its pine trees. This part was usually abandoned, because as I said it was quite a ways away. I stopped running and began to walk. I thought immediately about why I'd come, which was to take off my clothes. I immediately thought.