My hair was naturally brown and I typically kept it shoulder-length. I assumed he liked me this way as he never complained.As I looked at my reflectio... I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands around my waist as he would. I wiped away a tear from my eye and began to turn toward the bed, but as I began to look away I could have sworn my reflection smiled back at me. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss.Two weeks laterIt was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of. When we get inside the car. I unbuttoned two buttons of my shirt and he saw the red bra I was wearing. He smiled mischievously and drove.We reached my hostel around 7.45. We parked a 200m away from hostel in order to avoid suspicion. He bid me good bye. I reached my room and kept on thinking about him. I know his flat was just 5 or 6 km away from my hostel. I compelled my mind to call him.So I called him and asked him to come and get me. He said “Really, did you mean it?” In a very happy voice.. Take me. LIke now, I want you. I want your intensity, your passion. Your rough, bad ass nature. I want to forget this world everything but you. More and more. I get so wet thinking about you, your smell, your body, the way you handle me, the way you touch me. I can picture you standing before me and for a small moment you smile. I step up to you, breathing you in and feeling the warmth of your skin. You kiss my neck, drawing my soul in and igniting the fire. Clothes fall off in a frenzy. Skin. Without hesitation he put his finger on it and pushed it. A signal moved from the button, through a series of wires and switches, and caused a relay to close in the gun itself. A simple electric charge then ignited a primer in the self-contained shell. The primer ignited the main propellant charge and it exploded with a tremendous bang, propelling the shell out of the barrel on a gout of flame bright enough to momentarily turn the surrounding night brighter than daylight."Shot's off," Hotbox.