I didn't know you were on shift tonight." We're always looking out for you." Roland said with a brotherly smile.They were Helen's two favorite members...of the building's security detail. Roland was huge, built like the entire center line of the Minnesota Vikings. Pratt looked like a male model. Helen had hopes of getting them in bed as a set but Roland was a hopeless gentleman."Going home together for the night?" Pratt asked. His tone was conversational but Helen knew what visions lay behind. Suddenly I heared the fahthers wisper in my ear: "You are a modest, honest and willing young girl. You've made a great pleasure to our son teaching him private lessons. One day I'd love to show you a little appreciation." I felt very proud about this compliments.I always was welcomed in the families of my frineds. I was invited for family parties and celebration events.One day I went to Ahmed's party at his home. During the dinner the father of Ahmed wispered in my ears, that in deep gratitude. I got in and took a seat, not really paying attention to those few passengers in the compartment, I was dead beat, a mixture of tiredness and drink, and a couple of stimulants, which earlier on were stimulating, but now were making me drowsy and detached. The train pulled away from the platform, it would take just over an hour to get to my stop, so I snuggled down and closed my eyes, sleep finally taking over my wracked body, as the familiar 'Clackity-clack' of the wheels crossing tracks lulled. Or wherever your sentiment or understanding of a romantic spot may take you - it is there. That touch, those fingertips over the gentle skin of your wrists. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly.