Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. ... wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. Also at chosing a College. As teens we are the only two of us five to travel out-of-town to the only co-ed college in all Province, a Protestant school, small in scale. Limburg's Lycea are at the time all Catholic and large, but one. Each middle-sized town has a big one for boys, three or four times larger number of students than ours, while Girl's Colleges count two to three times more. Helena and I are similar in looks, as we are both beauties after our Dad. Apparently, we set an example to. This is the last meal I'mever going to cook for you."Sami's face was a mask of distress. Humiliation, fear, and yes, angerwere at war there. She had the memories of 3 years of being a whore inBangkok dumping into her brain and they had to be playing out. And thebad experiences were the ones that always jumped out at you."Prease..." she began.I jumped in to cut her off. "No. You need to be taught a lesson. Youthink it's okay to lie to me? To use me? And to use those whores? Shit,Tootie's day is. I was putting one week’s worth of clothes in the washer when she came in. Instantly recognizing the sweet smell, I turned to see her. She was none other than Manvi. She had long hair, but it was unmistakably her.I’d completely forgotten about her after moving to the east coast. She’d lost a couple of pounds and taken out the nose ring since we met last year. Yet, she exuded the same sexy aura as before. She saw me at the exact moment and greeted me: Manvi: Hello stranger!KK: I can.