She turned to another girl and whispered something, eyelashes flickering over her cornflower-blue eyes, cute nose and mischievous smile outlined in pr...file, ignorant of my stare. I scribble in a small notebook I'm holding open under my desk: "Marisa, I love you. Hold me in your arms and guide me until the end of time!" I see my face dimly reflected in the desk, my memory supplying the unfortunate details that I can't quite make out: short, messy, dark brown hair of the most generic shade that. “It’s alright, it’s what, what I want.” His eyes widened, but I kept going before he could say anything. “I know it’s wrong, and not right and all that, but I want it, I want you, I need you so bad, I just, I just want to feel it again, feel alive, feel love, feel warm feel good, feel anything, and,” I took a deep breath, ”I want to feel it with you right here, right now, and I don’t care what anyone says, what they think, and if anyone disagrees then fuck them, fuck them all, and if you don’t,. ”Julia went over the chair she had been sitting in and put it in her purse, then turned back to him. He took her by the hand and led her through another door into a room where the only furniture was a king size four poster bed. He turned the dimmer on low and hit another button; soft romantic jazz filled the room.“For this time only Julia you may call me Joe,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck, his fingers on her shirt buttons. As each button was unbuttoned, he left a few kisses,. Her middle was completely exposed and she put on schoolgirl style knickers just plain and in a colour that matched with the skirt. No bra, and put on cute ankle socks with lace around the top and some ballet flat style shoes. She put some pale pink gloss on her lips and just a smidge of makeup. She put the bottle of scotch and a glass on the lounge room table and in full schoolgirl mode she made herself a fire engine. Then took out the stuff she had organised earlier knowing that he was.