That somebody not knowing us, from how wewere interacting came so easily to that conclusion; and that you are sobeautiful and you're out with me; and ...hat you're practically famous...andyou're out with me."She takes a breath, and smiles, and as if to answer my previous thoughtresponds, "Do you know how easy it would be for me, right now, to keepholding your hand, get up and pull you into the bedroom? I really,really like you. And you would come, wouldn't you?"I think about it for a moment. Get drunk, get laid, get in a fight and get arrested, whatever, but don’t kill yourself.” He made to push past me again and I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. I don’t know what made me do it. Desperation, maybe. Insanity was also a possibility. He froze for a moment and then grabbed me and kissed me back, hard and hot. My head spun and my knees felt weak. When I’d said get laid before I hadn’t exactly been offering, I’d meant ‒ He ripped my shirt open, popping off a couple of buttons and. Sometimes I ask him to get his books to my quarter to teach him. That’s how I started talking to her bout his son’s studies. Her daughter was still small one so always sticking to her mom.Some day I went their home to call her son, fortunately some Chiranjivi movie was playing in the TV. I asked her: he is my fave hero, can I see movie here? She said Yes. Her husband was at work, only their kids and me watching movie. She gave me coffee. I asked about her flashback. She said: She got arranged. "Tricia, please step in here before you head out for the evening." The intercom beeps and the door opens. Tricia steps in half way, and her eyes grow large at the scene before her. Veronica shrugs off her jacket, letting it hit the floor with a soft thump. "Tricia, come in and lock the door." Locking the door behind her, she moves to where Veronica is and waits. Veronica's eyes travel across Tricia’s body, taking in her beauty. Tricia, a southern belle, is about 5'7'', wears bright white.