I really must be going’, and with that she got up and left. I am not sure why I did not follow after her to stop her. There was just so much running...through my head at this point. How could someone want their whole life erased? She did not have any good memories? What had happened to this girl? The whole wobble back to my dorm I thought of what could have happened to her. Who she could have lost, or what she could have done to make her feel like that. So many questions. I was never a person. ’ ‘You know me?’ I smiled again. I wished her to be at ease. ‘I know you from the town. I see you in the market each day.’ ‘Do you know my husband, Ridvan?’ ‘No, I do not. Is it important?’ ‘He is lost. Many days now. Weeks even.’ ‘Ah yes. I remember. I read it in the newspaper. I am very sorry for your loss.’ ‘They say he has drowned … at sea. He was a fisherman. He and his brother. They are both lost.’ ‘It is a great tragedy. Is there some way I can help you?’ ‘Yes. I wish to divorce him.. And each bustop the bus stops more people get in, and the more it got full, the closer i got next to the black chick. She had a nice ass with some nice titis as well, it was really visible cause she had a small skirt with a spagetti shirt (nice view with everything). ;^P She kept rubbing her self and pushing her self against me like if it was an accident "oops" "giggle giggle" "sorry i keep touching you" "giggle". Shet" i dint mind i liked it couse i kept feeling her boobs against my chest. That was probably stupid, but what can I say? I was 24 and full of life.My security detail insisted they had detected surveillance on me, but every time they tried to pin it down, it seemed to evaporate. Who ever the other party was, they were very good. So I asked questions, and then I did some back-time work.I soon saw the pattern of people working me. Man! These people were very good! My people were good enough, though, to disrupt what became apparent to me was a well-orchestrated operation..