‘It’s just…’ He takes a deep breath. An important breath, by the sounds of it. ‘I just… I had this notion, this thought that I would kiss ...ou once and you would just know, you know?’ I want to tell him this isn’t a movie… life doesn’t actually work like that. ‘Know what, Ben?’ I ask dangerously. I really want to know the answer, but I also totally don‘t. ‘Like I said, forget it, Ella. Please.’ He wipes an arm across his eyes. I watch him for awhile, and I’m sure he knows I’m watching him. But. One day she said that she had never been on a date before and doesn’t even know what happens on a date (apart from sex what you see in Hollywood movies). I noticed that New Year was coming and asked her if she would like to go on a date with me on New Year eve. After some persuasion she accepted saying that she doesn’t want to be alone on New Year eve like all other days. I started waiting eagerly for the day and started making some preparations. I bought new clothes and even had a grooming. She pressed her palm to it, feeling the coldness against her skin. She’d known when he’d died. Though they had been miles apart, she had felt him leave her. That afternoon, she had been found clutching her stomach and screaming in agony. They had come to her home, friends and officers, to tell her what she had already seen. She’d known what they were going to say, that she’d lost him. Elizabeth felt the tears flow again. She struggled every day of each year but today, the anniversary of his. "You and Trish, what a pair you both like ita bit rough. I just couldn't, on the other hand I did enjoy making her squirm." She didn't say anything else as she released my arms and ankles from the frame. It didn't matter anyway as my attention was directed across the room as Iwatched the new girl take her clothes off.As I had always suspected she wasn't wearing any underwear. In a second shetook off the sweater and pants and stood there nude expect for her shoes. Shestopped to look at her.