I don’t know if I can be a good wife to you. Please think again, dear.I took my teacher’s palm, bent on my one knee, and asked her, “Suknya, wil... you marry me?” She had tears from her eyes.She made me stand, hugged me, and said, “Yes Dear, I will. But society will not accept us. So, we should keep this as a secret and live our lives in confidentially. We will remain as a student and teacher for the society until we find a solution to this problem. We cannot let anyone know our secret.”Me – (in. ”“I have to work tomorrow.”“Watch can drop you off at work and pick you up. He’ll be back in a little while. He called before you woke up. I guess Gina wore him out.” She laughed, then bit her lower lip and fixed him with bedroom eyes.“There’s still some firsts I haven’t claimed yet.”**Rod looked at the clock and swallowed hard.“You okay, man?” Watch asked.“I think I’m going to throw up.”“Relax, man. Okay, number one. You asked her out, and she said yes. Number two. You said you wanted to see. .. to warm yourself... if you want to...”The girl hesitated, unsure. She suddenly realised that she was with someone she didn't know, alone with her in her apartment and... “Yeah, right,” she thought to herself, “You're not in some Hollywood B-movie. Stop being so paranoid!”“If you are sure you don't mind...”“Not at all,” the woman replied as she took the girl's shoes and hat. “Take your time, relax. I'll put some coffee on.”Above the wash basin was a large mirror and the girl studied herself. It was always Spencer, scared to sleep at home with his drunken mother. He’d come up to my bedroom and crawl into my bed with me, and we’d talk all night. My parents loved Spencer, and always let him sleep over. As we got older, I don’t think they ever gave it a second thought. Spencer was like a son to them, they never thought anything sexual would happen between us. Neither did I. It was senior year. Spencer and I were both 18. I wanted to own a flower shop, he wanted to get out of town. I.