“Where do you want?” I asked. It was November, and Delhi was pretty cold by then. “Wherever you tell me” she said, most coy. “ARE you sure?�...� I asked. “Yes; Whatever you tell m, I will do.” she relied. That was enough for me. I just went up to her, and sweeping her off her feet, lifted her into my arms and keeping her head firm in the crook of my arm, I kissed her on her mouth, which was wet and slurp. She did not know how to respond, and I taught her. She learnt it as fast, and from then she. Join me?" Sure, but I need to take up the coats to my room first. Want me to bring down your notes?" That'd be great. Thanks."Five minutes later, I was sitting in an easy chair across from Katie in her room, mug of steaming cocoa in hand. Well, perhaps steaming was a bit of an exaggeration; I had added enough milk to turn the cocoa comfortably warm, no more. I took a sip, and raised an eyebrow. "It's delicious! Quite a cut above the Swiss Miss I'm used to." I'm surprised you can taste it at. They had entered a great dining room that appeared just as large, with the same chandeliers overhead with bronze and gold castings. The same warm yellow glow pervaded the place. The carpet was a black velvet one, and the walls had more mirrors on them than they had paintings. Laura wondered whether having mirrors in a dining room meant that everyone would watch their own figures, and do better portion control. Perhaps. Or maybe the interior designers of this place had some serious issues. The. I was the type of boy that girls melted over, so I was never necessarily without a girlfriend. The day I met Davy was during our first day of freshmen-year gym. All the boys reported to the left half of the gym, the girls to the right half. The group of awkward guys sat on the rubbery floor, waiting for the coach to arrive. An older man, around age 49, waltzed into the room, sporting underamour and Nikes. "Welcome to gym class, I'm Coach Trevors. For gym you'll need 2 pairs of navy shorts and 2.