At the time did not know what this was. Just before I was given this instruction ticket.I had noticed a short bald tubby man that was wearing very thi...k lens glasses looking at me.He then came over to me. Giving me the written instruction, I noticed he seemed a little out of breath and despite not having to wear tight trousers looked to me at the time as if he had a long torch in his pocket.As he walked away he said I will see you soon boy as its your first correction it going to be long hard I. " Samantha said her eyelids growing heavy. She passed out Nick barely caught her before she hit the ground. Lifting her up he carried her to the car. The passenger door was still open, so he was able to put her in the car with little trouble. Buckling her in he closed the door. Getting in the driver's side he pulled out and took her to her apartment. Anthony appeared at the door as if on cue. "What happened?" Anthony said as Nick stepped out of the car he headed towards them. "We had some. Farah Al-Rashid’s phone number. Nice. I promptly saved it. Phew. That was a close one, eh? Yeah, I got Farah’s digits. The problem now is when do I call her. I called my buddy Jose, a skinny dude from Venezuela, and he told me that two days was the mandatory time. What the fuck? Um, pardon my French, but who the hell made up that rule? I am not waiting two days to call up a hot chick. So many lame-ass dudes in Ottawa, Farah might run into some bozo named Mohammed or Abdullah or something and. And that's what she makes me. And her hand brushes my face, touching my jaw."I need... I need to see," She draws my face closer to her, and I can feel her breath, hot on my face. My heart is thudding so hard I can feel it banging against my lungs and I can't breathe. "I just," Her voice is a whisper, and it trembles as she draws us closer together, our lips millimetres apart. "I just need to see..."And her lips touch mine, soft, so soft. And she's kissing me. She's actually kissing me.And this.