She came on that weekend in black shalwar kameez (Pakistani dress) and wearing dark red lipstick. Black and red suited really well on her fare skin. I...was already turned on as always. I asked her to come to my room where I had flower petals spread on my bed and candles was all lit up. She was so happy and excited to see all this. I started kissing her and it all started to heat up. We were kissing each other very passionately and I started undressing her. First I removed her kameez (shirt) and. ‘What if he comes back?’ Looking back at the earth. A shrug. Nonchalance that she doesn’t feel. Then a long sigh. ‘I already chose. I’m here. I’m happy.’ A pause. ‘I am, I’m happy.’ ‘If you’re happy, why are you out here? Why are you running?’ Another tear begins its journey down her cheek as she resumes playing with her hair. ‘Because it still hurts. To know that I was wrong. To feel like maybe I wasted…. something. To wonder if I’m wrong now. To feel like I’m permanently trapped. As we worked together for a month, we started talking and gradually our friendship grew stronger and stronger. She had a boyfriend and used to stay in her flat with a roommate. As our friendship grew, we used to hang out together and used to go on long drives and late night dinner after my work got over. However, being a Jr in orthopedics, I used to get free only after 11 pm at night. So all our meeting were usually at night which included long drives. We knew there was something going on but. ”Brock shrugged.“I played when I was a freshman,” he replied. “There was no team for me to play for last year. I think the team will surprise some people.”Brock had played against a school from his new conference as a freshman in a playoff game. That team was pretty good but he thought Corbly was probably better this year than the team he’d faced. Truly, the team compared favorably with Lafayette when it won the district title two years before.“You should come to the game Friday night before.