‘Tikki Stoddard.’ I waited for her to continue. ‘She came to me from the college as a model. Not quite twenty, beautiful, with the perfect body ...or the job. We became friends, and some time later, we became lovers.’ ‘What happened, Jenn?’ I asked, not sure if I wanted to know. ‘We were together for almost a year. It was the day before my opening at the Conrad Studio in Boston. I was all packed and ready to go. We’d made love for hours the night before and I’d slept like a statue. When I got. We went to the third floor and to my room. The door was torn off the jamb and you could see that one side of the room was totally torn apart. All my books were torn apart and my clothes were in shreds. My good Sunday suit was torn up, with my good shoes cut open with a knife. The small radio that I enjoyed was now smashed into tiny pieces.The officer told the other officer with us, “Go get your camera and come back to photograph this room. I’m calling the campus police to find out what they’ve. I started to pick them one by one and started handing over it to Asha. I then noticed from the top her 34-inch sized boobs in full view. It was beauty at its best. Her boobs looked perfectly round and beautiful.She saw me looking at those and she never tried adjusting it. I got an instant hard-on from the turn of events and she noticed it. The irony was that from the bottom she could see my dick through my boxers and she started giving me seductive looks. She started biting her lips and looking. John had been patient with her but after being with her for a several months she had divulged very little willingly. Even Brianna’s introduction was an accident. At times John wondered when Samantha would have told him about her. Behind him, John heard keys rattle at the door to his lab. He turned around to find a subdued Samantha walking slowly into the lab. At last, John thought. He hated having to play this waiting game with her, he missed her a great deal over the past week and could tell.