I feel awesome at this moment and I have a hard on then and there. Lately, we ride down to her house. I stop at her residence and see if I get any sig...al from her. I look into her eyes and I now have a wish.To my surprise, She then offered me to come up to her flat to which I had only one answer and that was a yes, y not. But then I try to be patient and I asked her about her kid and family members. She said her kid is in the daycare and will be picked by her maid and was not gonna be home. "No ... that's not it. No one knows and I don't think it's your fault. It's just that it's going to be hard to get through meeting him." I see" Ah, don't worry. I'll figure out how to act." Thanks, Pete. You don't know how much this means to me."Sunday afternoon, I picked her up at 2:30. When I rang the bell, I steeled myself but it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Her dad was ordinary looking enough, fairly good looking though I thought I saw shifty beady eyes. He obviously didn't. Then she would be another statistic, another girl murdered. She'd be a notch on whatever this sicko notched to keep count of his tally of bodies."I'm sorry, Tina," Michelle whispered, feeling the girl flinch. "I feel so bad about..." Forget it," Tina said. "I hurt you, too, last night."She could still hear his voice in her ear. "Fuck her with your fingers; rip open that pretty little cherry. I want to hear her scream." She might have been gentler with Michelle, but he'd grabbed her ass, pushing. “Yes, so hard,” I would say. “Me too. It’s so hard for me too.” She didn’t get the joke, at all. Ten minutes after we hit up a burger joint and ate mostly in silence, we were strolling into my one-room apartment, because I had told her, “Let’s play a game,” and she responded with delight. I kept reminding myself not to have expectations. We were just getting to know each other, and the only expectation I had was for us to be sitting awkwardly at a table, tied to our phones in attempts to.