"I think last night was wonderful. I will always treasure. But I'm a married woman. This is never going to happen again." Amma," I protested as I move... towards her and pulled her into my arms, "I love you and I know that you love me. Give our love a chance."I tried to kiss her but she averted her lips and pulled out of my embrace and shook her head."Amma," I said, as she was ready to leave my room "I will not stop loving you and will not stop pursuing you."Amma left my room with tears in her. He remembered that white roses are my favorite,’ she said smiling widely with her hand perched on the doorknob, while leaning to peer out the door’s side window to watch for his arrival and to time her look of surprise. She hadn’t had white roses, since her wedding day. Phil is so sweet, she thought. He shouldn’t have, but I’m so glad he did. What a nice surprise? That’s why he didn’t give me the usual candy and card this morning, before he left for work. He didn’t want to spoil this surprise. Jeffrey Brown is definitely someone I admire. We became best pals. Like me, he majored in criminal justice. I want to become a law enforcement official. It’s sort of the family business. My father, Joseph Baatil is one of the few Black sergeants in the vastness of the Boston Municipal Police force. He moved to the United States of America from the Republic of South Africa in the late 1970s. He studied at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, where he played varsity football for four years. My right arm went solidly under her arm in the beginning of a passionate embrace. I looked at her to see if there was any hesitation or sign, verbal or non verbal, for me not to go forward. There wasn’t. We fell into each other’s arms while our mouths met. This morning neither of us had thought this would happen.My hands caressed her shoulders and torso and gradually moved to stroking her absolutely perfect and pert bottom. She led me up the stairs and into her bedroom. We lay there embracing.