Isabel does, too.)We've been together for just a few months. A few fragmented, Roman-candle-burning-hot months. It hasn't been easy. A stolen kiss her.... A silent coupling there. And a repressed acknowledgement that every single time might very well be our last time. We're both moving, filled with wanderlust. And we know we're not heading to the same place.Saudade.That's what I think as I hold the gossamer paper in my hands. I learned that word when I lived in Portugal with another girl. Someone. .. interesting." How would you know?" asked Bess sitting on the white queen sized bed bare except for a fitted sheet and tapping a spot beside her."I guess I don't yet, but I'd like to find out," I said sitting beside her. We kissed."Oh fuck, Lancelot, it's wonderful to see you," she whispered barely audibly. After a second longer kiss, she asked, "To whom do I have the honor to serve?" Uhm, I'm Phil." And why are you lonely Phil?" My girlfriend and I, well, I hoped she might be the one. I. He threw his stuff to the ground and sat next to me. i could feel the tension. so i thought it would be a good idea if i helped him relieve some stress. i rub his leg and asked "is there anything i can do?" he looked at me and laughed alittle. i laid my head on his lap and said" i wish there was something i could do." as soon as i said that i felt his dick spring up. i sat upp and took off my blouse. he took off his pants. the sight of his hard dick pulsating made me wet.i looked down to play. I thought it was the perfect day to say her sorry. She was happy that day. After so many days I found her smiling. I organized a party at home. Our parents, relatives and her friends were there at the party. I had also made plans to say her sorry and to inform her that she will never go to perform in any orchestra or anywhere from now. But the fate had some other story. After seeing her that night, my all brotherly love vanished and again my wilder feelings started growing. She was in a black.