Only she knew about Vixen and Squirt. In high school, she had blossomed into the beautiful category. Boys chased her. She was attracted to the "bad b...y" type, with fast cars and lost her virginity in the back seat with one. As a “fast girl”, I was stimulated by her escapades and quizzed her about sex details to prepare for my marriage. Her veer to the wild side, however, skewed her life's universe to an unhappy ending.My fiancé took control of not just my life when with him but all of it. His. He dressed and walked out of his front door in the cool fall morning. Hunting season soon, he thought, can’t wait to get back into the woods. It’s where he found his peace, his best peace. As he turned into the parking lot at the 7-eleven he first noticed the little Miata sitting on a funny angle. Then he saw this striking young woman, probably in her early 30’s he figured, she was obviously distressed. “Poor Kid” he thought. He got out of his truck, needing that coffee bad. He was. This was the best of the lot. The others are well, not for this country's sensibilities." The lustful glint in his eyes only grew brighter as his eyes took in Rhea's lips and body."Nor, do I suspect, are you from this country." The man stated."Well, you are partly correct. I am of mixed heritage." Your English is impeccable. The best I've heard from any Indian woman."Rhea nodded at the compliment and sauntered ahead to examine a few more erotic photographs. Each one was perfectly framed and. He fiddled with his phone again, slid it into his pocket. Crossed his arms on the desk and stared at the front. The class started. People took out their laptops, some preferred working with paper. He was in my vision as I watched the screen and tutor. Not obvious that I was studying him. Perfect. I can’t say I’d paid him much attention before. He was quiet, sitting the other side of the room, and didn’t do anything to make me notice him. Even now he was the same, despite the fact I had stolen.