I don’t have a car. My parents can’t afford to buy one for me and I’ve never been able to accumulate enough cash from various summer jobs to buy...one for myself. I walk to school unless the weather is miserable and I am forced to take the bus. When I arrive at school, I detour through the student parking lot. There are two black Nissans, either of which could be the car of interest. On the other hand, maybe they don’t go to my school at all. There are a couple of private schools in the area.. And for me it was the end of my 1st year i had 2 months of holidays, and it was boring for me because all of my friends had left for their hometown and i was left my parents and sister, i somehow managed some days by going to gym, swimming, and i watched some porn movies when i was alone and to my surprise suddenly i had a big turnaround in my life, because for a long time after my mama had called my mom asking her to send me to their place so he had an official trip to north India for over a. I started the engine and moved out onto the road giving a little wave to the curtain twitcher’s for my short journey home. The next evening I logged into my computer to discover that Peter had already sent me a new mail from what I read it was obvious that I had pretty much got things right for him. Over the following fortnight we exchanged mails on a daily basis with Peter now asking if we could meet again and more about the things his wife would require of him as her sub. Due to the content. It’s not the person from my dreams. I get out of bed. It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him. Since he whispered ‘Shit’ while looking at the sunrise with me, since walking out of the door, and down the aisle with somebody else. I spent months trying to piece myself back together, and even more time than that trying to keep myself that way. It was all gone. Everything but the nightmares. I never went to the wedding. I couldn’t bring myself to see him, feigning, or worse – meaning –.