It had been a long time since she'd been in a church. She was conscious of the inappropriateness of her summer dress, with its bare shoulders and too-...igh hem. It was too warm to wear panties. The church ladies had stared at her.But it was so hot in the sanctuary; a line of perspiration gathered at the base of her neck, under her short red hair, and ran, tickling, down her spine.She hadn't taken her eyes off the priest throughout the mass, in case intense concentration would speed the delivery. I agreed. Around 6, I shopped for some good red roses, a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and reached her place around 7. Jeena opened the door, dressed in a lovely earth colored hipster sari and a matching sleeveless blouse, with eyes mascara and a pink shade lipstick, wearing a pair of large round earrings, and her hands filled with glass bangles. I could hear her bells on the anklet making those silvery sounds.“Come in. I have been waiting for you” she aid, and as I gave her, her gifts,. "A mirror! That's it!" I gasped, "I'll see my ownreflection in the mirror and it will change me intomyself... my God, this has got to work!" I felt like cryingas I raced along in my self imposed darkness, using thewall to direct me homeward.Suddenly, the wall ended and our chain link fence took itsplace. "Only about a hundred more feet to go!" I whispered."Seventy-five, fifty..." I continued to mentally count downthe distance to the mirror I would use.A loud beep sounded, the deep 'whump,. ‘Get out,’ I screamed, ‘Get out, Get out, GET OUT!!!’ I pushed him towards the bedroom door, picking up his jeans and chucking them at him. ‘Get … The … Fuck out of my fucking house!’ I emphasised each swear word as it was unusual for me. ‘Hey babe, let me explain, please don’t do this to me. We had fun right?’ He asked, his words making me even madder. ‘Fun, you call this fun? You stalk me, seduce me and then dump this shit on my back. I’ll give you fun.’ I pushed him again at the door, more.