I was checking her email on the house computer, looking in her purse when she wasn't around, checking out the glove box and the trunk of her car and e...en that cliché of cliché's — checking out her clothes in the laundry hamper. I found nothing.But even after finding absolutely no evidence that she was betraying me there was something in the back of my mind that told me that Belinda was being untrue. There was an upside to my suspicions; I made love to Belinda more often just to see if I could. She is living with her grandparents in a high society villa community…one fine day while we were talking over phone she challenged me if you have guts come tonight after 10:00 PM and to meet her since they have a strong security service in their villa apartments…this made me crazy. It was 10:00 PM and I started and reached her place and managed to give some cash to the security and he allowed me inside (Later I thanked him personally for making this chance) with a salute. I called her over. This Subway was located inside a Pilot truck stop on the interstate . Exit 68. A small Ramada was also squeezed in the same parking lot. The store quickly became my window to the world. Business was typically slow with the occasional trucker on a run or traveler headed to the beach. Most of my time was spent staring out the window at the highway. That highway led somewhere else. Somewhere away from my small town and the monotonous day in and day out routine it brings with it. The other thing I. Basically we talked to potential new students about how great Portsmouth Uni is and how much they would enjoy it. As a mature student I was asked to reassure parents of potential students that the environment was safe and welcoming.I was introduced to a local family of four, mum Sharon, dad Andy, son Paul and potential student Melanie. Melanie was a typical slim student type in a short skirt, doc marten boots etc. I asked what they would like to see and Melanie wanted to see the sports and.