She is my confidant, someone I can consistently lean on. Yes, I trust her more than I have faith in myself. I feel lucky to have a sweetheart like her... With her, I am evermore free. She is four years older than me, although at times she tends to act weirdo, or let me say babyish. It was night. I didnt have much to do. I was bored and intentionally lonely. My Blackberry internet was down, so I had to grab my modem and access the internet using my laptop instead. The truth is I like doing stuff. Her skin is a pale whitish color, almost like she is made up to look of the gothic culture. The gowns are designed to hide the shape and beauty that lies underneath so that the male mind isn’t tempted. It could only hide so much and over time I could tell by the way it sometimes moved or clung to her that she had rather small breasts, ample hips & bottom. Week after week I would admire her as she moved about the church, usually helping in the nursery with the children during mass. . I also entertained the thought that it was about time that these guys caught a good break in life.We were all sitting down in this little diner, having the blue plate special of steak, fried potatoes and beans. Ken was trying to calm them down and reassure them about my ability to actually swing a deal like the one we were there to discuss. He told them about my new plane, and about how quickly I had grasped the concept of the tax write offs. It was time for me to speak up."Gentlemen, I'm. I said yes, and things developed from there.”She nodded pensively. We finished our coffee quietly, and I walked her back to her dorm. I was glad that I had managed to avoid the trap that I’d so foolishly laid for myself, because I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do. She thanked me for having had coffee with her, and I headed back to wait for Stephie’s class to finish. When it did, Stephie and I headed home.At home I had a message from a Freshman guy looking for help with his computer science.