We opened our eyes. Both didn’t talk just looking eye to eye. I started kissing her again. This time little further… She started slowly responding... We started kissing more… more… more… Deep… Started tasting her tongue. She got aroused and let out her tongue.I was just tasting her tongue like mad dog and getting hard…Slowly I started touching her left boob while sucking her lips. Her boob over her chudi was like soft sponge…What a feel… I started pressing both boobs …. Seriously my heart was. ‘Men! You think you know it all. If you ever allowed your feelings to guide you the world would be a better place.’ ‘I am not going to debate this with you until you come up with something concrete. I’ll find that marriage certificate and you can start from there. Facts! Tracey that’s what we want.’ ‘Not needed, Boss. I had a quick look at the B.M.D. site. You can trace back with the full name and date of birth. That gives you parentage and you can work back from those. It will take some time I. “I don't even know if they're married," he said, as though he couldn't care less.The man’s reply was not what Dan wanted to hear. "Oh, they're married, all right. Talked to the guy on the coach from the airport. Name's Bodecker, been married three years." Oh?" Was all Dan could manage, hiding his disappointment. And anxious to get away, he wandered out onto the terrace, trying to ignore, the exploding of his hopes. She was married.On the terrace, several tables were occupied but, there she was,. The pressures of school, and the band, and everything else melted away as I simply sat, and was.With her.At one point, we were sitting cross-legged on the floor under the cupola of the gazebo, facing each other. She was holding my hands, piercing my eyes with hers. We held each other’s gaze for the longest of moments, buoyed by uncountable waves and caressed by hours of sunlight.Then she smiled, a smile that erased everything I had doubted, and rewrote everything I had forgotten.We returned to.