" Well she flashed me such a big ... smile ... getting out of the car that I let her in for free. Pretty little kitty. But she wasn't wearing no ring,...so it's twenty bucks for you to go in and see if you can pry her loose from whatever bull has claimed her."I took out a twenty and handed it to him grudgingly."Some great lips on your lady, and she had a nice mouth too!" he roared at me as I entered the club.I made my way through the crowd. The club was as loud as it was dark. My senses were. Summer was over and we started back to school, he was in the last grade I had two years to go. The first day on the bus he sat with Marilyn Creidy and for some reason I almost flipped out. I got mad, sad, restless and decided I hated the blonde bitch. It was wrong, it was irrational, but it was the strongest emotion I’d had since the first day I wore my bikini. I wanted to throw myself into the small gap between them on the two person seat. And I couldn’t figure out why I felt like that.He. The muddy banks couldn’t hold his weight, and before he could cry out, the river sucked him away. The search parties never found his body, but they did retrieve his worn work shirt, shredded, and bloody lying on some river rocks, twenty miles out of town. She still missed him, two years later, and some days she wondered if the pain would ever go away. The train whistle blared, and shook her from her remembering. The huge engine chugged toward the station, belching thick clouds of black smoke. She always used to wear sari and she had long hairs and used to keep one strand of hair in front of her face which always would flow like a pendulum whenever she walked or air blew. She was having a 4 months baby with her and a maid at her home to look after the baby when she was out from teacher’s quarter in college taking classes. Her husband was deputed as PET (physical educational trainer in some other college) and used to come on weekends to meet her.Since my college was a boarding college.