I guess it's natural to be a little goofy when you wake up after killing yourself, but that last thought sure proved it.At that moment, I felt, more t...an I actually heard, the door open. A man in a dark out-of-style suit with a white shirt and an old fashioned narrow tie appeared, casually looking towards the bed. When he saw that my eyes were open, he did a quick glance around the room, like he was checking for something. Finally, his eyes returned to mine, as he stared at me with a look of. Michael had not minded. Less conversation. It was easier that way. Much, much easier. He had driven for hours, and having killed the engine stretched his lithe arms and legs, hunting for blood clots. Apparently unharmed by the journey. Good. He turned to his passenger. Her warm breath caressed his face, and also made a curl of hair which had fallen across her plump, slightly pouting lips sway back and forth. He reached out a hand to move it, checked himself, and she awoke. ‘We’re here.’ Lyla. The things I did with other guys are for another time though.I agreed to the meetup at my place and after class, he followed me home. We went into my bedroom to view my television. As he played the video, he sat down on my bed next to me. We were both still in our workout gear and he began narrating what was happening in the video. About 10 minutes into the video he was pointing something out he placed his hand on my leg to gain my attention. I looked at him and he turn towards me for a moment. Earlier I use to be a very shy girl always afraid, I never allowed my boyfriend to touch me and never use to speak to him in college, was afraid about rumors and was afraid on any naughty things getting complained to parents and what happens if they call my dad.Now with that pocket full of money and words that my father to said to explore my desire, I got more and more confident. It was the end of second semester holidays and I asked my boyfriend to stay back and I told him that I would like to.