Light, wavy tresses of hair catch my eye on the street and bring the memory of the imagined you back to life. Suddenly, everything reminds me of you. ...he gentle, rhythmic clip of heels on concrete. The bold stocking seams slinking up the back of passing legs. The full rouged lips of a colleague as I’m greeted with a smile. As I take up my office seat, my fantasies undulate, ebbing like the ocean's tide, calling me back in… I felt the pull of your gravity draw me up towards your chest. I had no. But Tom got bored of the same old sex with a girl who was very concervative whit the bed-activities. Most of Tom's friends had other classes than him, he really did not have any close friends in his usual classroom. When they had projects and worked in pairs, he was always with some guy he knew from football. That guy was not very clever, so the presentations did not always go that well. Tom's teacher knew that Tom had more potential. The next school project was very important. Tom knew if he. He was sweet, kind, gentle and exceptionally smart. Naïve to the ways of the real world, his life had been centered on school.But who was I; a social outcast, a female trucker with no friends, just acquaintances. I was a woman in a man's body, doing a predominantly man's job, and I was doing it by choice. When I had first started out with my father, I had dreams of meeting a strong dominant man, who would sweep me off my feet; someone to be in charge. After five years on my own, making my own. Within a few months he had kicked out the two, and Cassie was forced to move in with friends. She never said why she chose to remain in town or how exactly she came to work for Rui. I never asked. Nor did she volunteer what she felt at the time about that decision. Whatever her thinking, she became an unqualified success in the business. Now, some seven years later, she was talking about quitting. Over the moths I learned that Cassie was the owner of the apartment building, an investment made.