Meanwhile Prem had a lust on Ghayathri & had revealed it to her. But actual deal was not to inform girls as they would inform others & spread the info... But despite that the lust over Ghayathri made him tell her. But there was a twist.I don’t know why this all was happening before 2 days of public exam. I was not at all part of the plan but was actually being pulled unintentionally by God. I got a call 2 hours later from GhayathriGhayathri: Hi da Kavin, enna panraMe: Hi Ghayathri, chumma maths. Her name was Cheryl and she had long, frizzy dark blonde hair and a pretty, innocent looking face. Her eyes were a pure blue color, and she generally wore tight blue jeans and a sweater of some kind with her brown leather penny loafers and thick cotton socks that gave her a "good girl" look.For whatever reason, I was immensely attracted to her, but I had convinced myself that we wouldn't work together. For starters, I didn't even know sign language.A couple of weeks later, all that changed."How. ‘Headed for therapy?’ she asked with a smile, looking down at me. ‘Yeah, I guess I start two a day now.’ I answered, looking up at her. She was maybe mid-thirties, slender but with a well-shaped, almost sculpted body, a pleasant smiling face and deep green eyes that seemed to look deep inside me. ‘Well, it’s important to have a strong positive mental attitude.’ She said softly as the elevator slowed at the next floor. The doors slid open and another man stepped in, pushing himself between her. He was always early, or eager, one of the two. We had a lovely meal, but that was expected at the restaurant he chose. The conversation flowed, almost as much as the wine, but most of that was going down my throat. Although Matt offered to pay, I insisted on paying for the wine, after all it was my Dutch courage that needed it all. Without realising it, our hands clasped together over the table as we chatted and laughed. The moment was only made awkward when I realised how much we were enjoying.