When I attempted to knock on the door, the teacher uttered, "Come in." Then: "Lyric, you are five minutes late. You have failed once again to turn in ...our assignment this Monday; you are not a punctual person either?" His voice was so serene, so caring, yet stern. I was only five minutes late since my other class was 15 minutes away from his office. His t-shirt of the day was a face of "Che Guevara," wearing his sandals, his starched khakis embraced his skin, bronze skin, beautiful with a. At evening i went out and we played some soccer. Now the next 15 days went by without anything happening, but Rob, Mark and I became closer. They would come and hangout in my room. We used to play soccer everyday. My relationship with them was getting better, they started sharing their sexual experiences with me. This things excited me probably i had no one to tell me such things or i had no friends in my life to chat about such things. They mostly told me experiences with girls, but this one. She went over to him and gently caressed his cheek with her soft hand, and a small smile crept across his face and he whispered “thank you” in such a low voice Nidhi could hardly hear him speaking. His eyes dropped shut and he slipped off into a deep sleep. Nidhi quietly left the room, promising to herself that she would check in on grove tomorrow afternoon. The next day Nidhi was making her rounds and finally arrived at room 545. When she went inside she could see that the TV was going and. My stomach was screaming for breakfast, but I stayed there until he finished his breakfast. Then he reappeared, wearing a loincloth and hiking sandals and carrying a compound bow, a quiver of arrows, and a hunting knife. He padded off into the woods, and I followed discreetly. He was following a trail he knew well, and it wasn't long before I noticed the blazes that marked it. I knew that, wherever he was going, he probably didn't want company, so I went back to my Winnie and had breakfast. And.