Sahara looked back at him over her shoulder with that same smile that never reached her eyes and blew him a kiss. “Oh, you don’t know the half of ...t!” she thought to herself. As she made her way to her quarters and a hot shower her thoughts turned back 36 hours to the events that had led her to this cause of action, one that would no doubt change her life. I was determined to savour every last second of whatever it was that transpired on Saturday, and I simply could not wait for the moment when I would be able to settle down on my sofa and watch (in high definition) all that took place just a few hours earlier. I arranged the furniture in such a way as to guarantee that Emma would sit on the sofa to watch the television during her visit. And of course, the sofa was located directly in line of sight of the mirror and the hidden camera. I had. .. let him go. "I know him, I know he's not being himself, he just needs more time to work through this," she stated. She tried smiling then, looking at me. "But thank you ... thank you for being there for me," she added, and then stood preparing to head off and shower herself."I'm coming with you," I told her, not taking no for an answer, and moments later followed her into her room.Minutes later we were both standing in her shower. The nearly scalding hot water bathing each of us as she stood. I guessI had a lot to drink because my memories are only patchy but I rememberdancing at some point, outside some bar or another on the street, thememory felt very romantic. I also remember a goodnight kiss that feltabsolutely amazing, and a decision not to call because we were atdifferent universities so it would be difficult. That didn't feelamazing, even if it made sense at the time.Of course, when something is meant to be, it just happens; and it did. Ibumped into Michael the following.