He generally smile at me after hearing that.His roommate got a job in another city n he left all alone by himself. But he was happy going office at 6a...(morning shift) coming back at 4pm and after taking some rest again going out at 5.30pm . I used to study on the backside lobby of our house so that I can hear his footsteps n catch his glimpse of coming downstairs. I had no answer to why I was doing all that and what I was getting in it. He used to get my attention every now n then. I used to. Be comfortable."I think he just wanted to look at my tan legs. Guys like to look at my nice legs (well, they are) and I never dissuade that. That's what shorts and short skirts are for if you think about it. Maybe I should have worn the skirt this morning instead of the white shorts. I snuck a 'corner of the eye' peek at the fit of those faded denim jeans of his too. Not so much the legs either. Damn.So, I wanted to say, "would you like to take me to your room and ravish me?" Instead, I said,. Please, dad. Please don’t—” He pressed the gun against her chest, felt her panicked heartbeat travel through the barrel and into the grip, into his palm and fingers. “You know I have a gun, yes?” She went right on sobbing. “And you know, way down deep, that I’m not going to stop, right?” She screamed. Howled for help. “And you know that no one can hear you. Not way out here.” Her howl subsided. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Tears spilled down her cheeks, dripped off her jaw in mascara-black. She felt as if a blanket had been thrown over her desire to experiment and to taste the tangy spice of life in all its imperfections.When her father's closest friend, Major Wilson a widower with a large estate in the Hampshire's offered to make her the mistress of all of his extensive fortune, she accepted with an air of resignation that bordered on the edge of madness realizing that she was totally and undeniably trapped in the circle of wifely duties and approaching motherhood. It was.