She had made me her friend and told me hardly anything about them but just enough, letting my imagination feed on itself, and it had, consuming myself...in a pyre of self-doubt and self-contempt. She fell to her knees and raised her face as if to show me where I’d hit her, proud, tenacious. She was always tenacious, ready to take the next blow if I wanted to give it and I saw then that this wouldn’t change anything. Slapping her wouldn’t change anything, hurting her wouldn’t change a damned. She had the cutglass accent and confident stride that is the specialty of the English upper class. She was also beautiful. Not nice looking, or even attractive, but beautiful, in that way that confuses the most heterosexual of women and renders most men incoherent. She did not enter a room, she inhaled it.“What are you fools doing?” she asked. She did not shout but there was something about her voice that turned brick walls to paper. Everyone, the boss included, was in reception in a. That night that was the first time I masturbated thinking of her. Next day morning she didn’t talk with me, even wen I tried to make a conversation she avoided it.I felt bad, we went to school fully I was thinking of her.wen we returned from skol I wen straight to her and I proposed and I asked if she like me I told her to wear my fav color chudi and come and tel to me and I went to my room.I was waiting there for about one hr but she didn’t show up.I felt really bad.wen I went out to see her,. The apartment complex had a room that they could reserve and she needed some "entertainment", she already had her friend Mike and wanted to know if I'd be another. She said pretty much that all we had to do was show up, get naked, mingle and dance with the girls. The drunker that they got, the better the tips could be, she wasn't paying. Besides, she said, you like to be naked around girls. Good news, it was going to be on a Sunday afternoon and I'm off on Sundays. She told me to call Mike.