My interaction was never at a level which could turn out to such an explicit one. We were more like a close friend but never discussed about sex and s...milar things at a superficial level. She had a sister and a brother and her mom and dad.One day we were studying together. Her family were out for some work and they wont return by 8 pm. The entire big flat was empty. Only we two were there. I use to study at a stretch and she too use to study without any break. In the evening we sat outside her. I had resigned myself to the monotony of these conventions that had once, some ten years back, excited me beyond my wildest dreams. I was numb to them. The dance that inevitably followed dinner was likely to be no different…the novelty of these functions had long ago worn off. I longed for the thrill of early recovery, when everything seemed new and exciting–when just being alive and drug-free was an epiphany. I attended the dinner and was not even planning on going to the dance but. I'd noticed my improvement too, and checked it by reading ahead in our textbook. I understood most of it fairly easily, for the next five chapters or so. I'm also doing better in most of my other subjects too, although Math is the one that I seem to have improved in the most." Okay, I've seen this happen a few times before."My attention LEAPED up at that. I had VERY DEFINITELY decided not to tell anyone what had happened to me, but it'd be great to find out that I wasn't unique.Mr. Barrett. The young man had that waitress running from the bar to him. I thought her legs would fall off bringing him bottle after bottle of tequila. The bartender asked me what I was drinking. I told him and tried to pay him for it. He said, no need. He told me the young man would pick up my tab. The light in the club didn't do him justice. I saw a young kid. Little did I know what I had found. I decided to let him know that I didn't need a kid buying me a drink. I walked over to his table and he looked.