She was heavily dressed from the cold February weather and she seemed to me like she was trying to keep a low profile for some reason but I just shrug...ed that off as she was just a shy girl wanting to have a quiet night. She was wearing a hat that seemed to suggest that she was self conscious.The girl came up to the bar, a few feet away from me, and she softly asked for a wine. I looked over at her and I saw her eyes under her hat. I saw that she was of Asian decent and I couldn't help but. His young features enhanced his innocence, while his jawline and developing muscles gave promise of him growing up to be a very handsome and strong man.In the past few weeks she had learned that he was still a virgin and though he had been interested in some girls, they hadn't really returned any of his advances. Now, however, he didn't even want to actively chase other girls anymore. He had told her that she was all he was interested in.Alice had felt very flattered by that statement, but had. " Perhaps if I'd thought more about my deeper motives, I wouldn't have pursued the conversation, but eventually Ellen agreed that just bringing the subject up would be harmless. We were sitting in nothing but our robes at the kitchen bar, drinking tea while awaiting Roger to return from his nightly jog. Ellen thought over my suggestion, then turned from the bar stool. She smiled with an agreeable nod.As I watched her long, firm legs walk toward the hallway, I laughed, asking, "Where are you. All the thugs were down. Two of them were screaming, holding their hands tight with their other hands. The guy had a pistol in his right hand, which was already smoking.– you know guys, this is what happens when you go out of orders! –Then the man with the pistol came to me, helped me stand and asked,– guess they could not molest you. If this is how they treat their women, what about…wait! Is this…you? –His face changed when he identified who I really was. He said,– Miss Fareeda Athif…w…w…what.