Things got pretty romantic then. I used to ask her if she could wear deep neck tops or tight jeans while coming to the lectures.She was a shy girl but...after some attempts, she gave in. Let me tell you something. She was almost 5 years older than me, beautiful or should I say a dusky bombshell but always looked younger because these Srilankan girls take care of themselves so well and dressing of these classy rich family Sinhal girls is mind-blowing.She used to wear such low neck dresses when we. He was enjoying being with this beatiful island girl more than he had enjoyed anything for a very long time. He wasn't ready to give her up and he took her into his arms. * * * * Mark and Jennifer spent the next few days inseparable. When Jennifer wasn't working, she was with Mark; when she had to work at the lounge, Mark would come visit her. The pair spent every moment possible together and she showed him everything she could about her island home. But like all vacations, it had an end. He was scribbling something down on the paper in the notebook with his right hand whilst his left hand stayed securely on my own, his thumb now lightly stroking my knuckles because my hand was sort of scrunched up. I loved the buzz he was giving me. ‘Here’s my address,’ he said with a cute smile, to my regret moving his hand that was on me away to tear out the paper from the notebook. He passed me the paper. I looked at it to see his address. It wasn’t far at all. Even though I felt so. She had accidentally walked into a bed of flower women behind her and they were now holding her prisoner. Evie struggled to free herself but the flower women's appendages held her arms and legs taut and almost unmovable. They giggled at her fruitless struggle."What do you want with me!?" Evie demanded."We want you to meet our mother, the Garden Mother." The flower women tittered in unison."What? Who?" Evie sputtered.The ground in front of Evie suddenly erupted. A figure emerged from the ground,.