I then texted her let’s meet. She didn’t reply for two weeks.I messaged her saying, I was sorry to ask her out knowing her family was very orthodo.... She never replied, so I apologized and kept quiet. One day early in the morning she texted me saying, “Can I trust you?” I told her, “Trust cannot be proved, it is just a mutual understanding, everything that we have texted till date is just between me and you only. Sex is trust; I cannot tell you anything more than this.”She replied to me telling. He'd been tweaking this program for more efficiency and hoped that he'd finally gotten it right. If so, it would cut down on the machine's cycle time and save the company more money. Saving the company more money meant that Elliot's production numbers went up and that his profit sharing check would be bigger.Elliot lost all thought of that as it happened. He'd been so pre-occupied by the machine that he'd lost track of the time and almost missed one of his two favorite times of the day.. You might want to try the walk-in bath tub with the Jacuzzi jets on high when it’s cold outside.”Val and Steve were married at her church four months after he proposed. They wanted to marry sooner but Val’s duties in setting up other PA hubs, interviewing applicant for grants, training supervisors just prevented that from happening.In watching her walk down the aisle toward him Steve’s thoughts were of how beautiful of a bride she was and what a fortunate guy he was.Her son, her parents, her. But it is not two or three hundreds years ago. It is now. I sigh at how the Fates have conspired against me. Again I think back to that day. I stood on the pier. I looked at her again. Did I mention her mango-sized breasts? I did? Well, I didn’t mention they were covered by a distinctly non-Polynesian white halter-top. She wore a black necklace that appeared to have been made from some local seed or nut. I look at her picture again. I imagine myself pulling down her halter-top, exposing her.