Her hands stroked the scarf, caressing it as though somehow it could transmit her feelings to the missing woman. She went up the stairs. She didn't st...p at their apartment but rather trudged up to the attic. Even here they had worked hard to make the place nice. Shelves lined the walls, chests held mementos of their lives before and after they had met. She looked over a few then closed the door and went to their apartment. The late afternoon sun splashed through the French doors that lead to. So i bought flowers. Gave it to her went to room. I changed in to my night pants and was watching TV. Aunty called me for dinner i replied that i don’t feel hungry .she dint compelete me she casually walked out. I watched her bum moving up and down and inviting me. But the stare she gave me that afternoon broke every imagination into pieces. Again she came asked me where are the flowers i said they are on the table and she went back , even at this time her bum were making me aggressive. I dint. It is nice and relaxed because although we are lovers, we are friends as well. There is a meadow close to the water, the perfect place for a small repast. As we walk into the meadow, I notice a blanket and basket. You have thought ahead. We spread the blanket and take the food from the basket. Even though it is ordinary picnic fare, it makes a difference because you thought of it and made the arrangements. We enjoy the food and occasionally each other’s lips. Finishing our meal, we repack the. She was a bit startled by an older man standing behind her, looking her up and down, like she was some prize that he just won. "Yes?" She replied in English, surprising the man. "I'm Jacob Walker. I'm sorry that I didn't get her earlier to pick you up. Have you been waiting long?" The man asked. Yumiko studied the man for a good minute, before shaking her head. He seemed like he was in his late 30's, early 40's, but not that you could tell. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes sitting behind.