Nobody did to her, what Mark could do. Bring out that side of her like he could. She loved how demeaned she felt. She never talked with anyone about t...e life she had behind closed doors. Wouldn't. She knew that it was a dark place, that very few would understand. Some would even consider abuse, she supposed. But she loved the darkness, the nastiness of all of it. Shane opened the door, to a gorgeous face smiling down at her. She had chosen to wear the black backless dress, that Mark had. I quickly got out of the bed and hopped in the shower hoping that Yamani would still be there because as always he would disappear into howling night to his world of despair and hollow people with no hearts that beats. I hopped out of the shower and put pig tails in my hair sadly to say he left. Being that it was snowing outside I had decided to stay in the house and hope that he wasn’t getting himself hurt as always. I searched threw my dressers to see if there was anything comfortable to wear. I was also invited home for lunch at the end of the course. Their apartment was stunning and I realized that it was just the three of them. School started for her daughter and she was alone at home.This made her feel bored and she texted me for around a few hours during daytime. I even showed her around the local market and places and taught her basic Telugu words needed for her to communicate. Whenever she cooked something special she used to drop it by my office as it was just 2 km from her. She waited for what seemed like forever until she finally saw her mothers blue BMW pull up into the line. She threw her bag in the trunk and hurriedly climbed into the passenger seat, quickly buckling her seatbelt and then warming her hands on the air vent. How was your flight dear? Her mother asked her after pulling out into traffic. Not so much as a hug, Kristy thought to herself before answering. It was fine mom, very short. It got a little bumpy as we were coming in to land. I guess.