Van thought he'd found the girl he would marry some day.Midway through that first school year, Dominica had left him for the junior class president an... quarterback of the football team. Van found out by Dominica having one of her friends call him on the phone to let him know.When he finally managed to talk to her days later, she laughed at his teary pleading for another chance. "Don't take things so seriously Van," had been her last words as she walked away. Van's humiliation was both painful. She marvels at how quickly her will has broken. Then she steps inside. The curtains are drawn, as always. The lights are out, save for a few pools of illumination to guide her. She doesn’t need them anymore. She stops in the foyer, though, doffing her coat and hanging it on a hook. She lets her long, dark hair down, running her fingers through it to remove any tangles. She unbuttons most of the buttons on her blouse-she leaves a few in place, for show, but it will look better later if she only. When she regained her breath, she started crying. I could not make out the reason, whether she felt bad or her boobs were paining by my kneading. Still she was lying over me and sobbing. I somehow consoled her, she said nothing but jumped from me and saw the wet spot on my pant and increased weeping. I was scared that I had hurt her physically or emotionally, and if she says this to anybody what will be my fate and rapport. I asked the reason and pleaded to stop her weeping, she said sorry and. I used to call her on her extension and she used to call back and our relationship started. Then The D day came when lest expected. it was a Saturday and she called me on my mobile and said that she wants to see the new house i got and she was asking for a treat so i invited her home to which she said Ok i will come now so i picked her up and went home. After reaching home she sat on the sofa I put on the TV for her and offered her coke she i was sitting in the sofa next to her. And I could.