Days passed, I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks.6 weeks before, she came to me and asked why was I not talking to her. I resisted not to tell her but I...couldn’t.She kept on asking and after a point I told everything, how I have feelings for her, how did I feel guilty. She got really mad and started to walk away. I tried to stop her by apologizing. She didn’t stop, out of nowhere I kissed her.Two days later I saw her n apologized and she forgave me. Then I tried to be normal around her. All of a. A large brown envelop lay on the floor. Puzzled, she picked it up. No name was inscribed on the front. She opened the door and peered out into the darkness to find the street deserted.She carried the bulging envelop through to the kitchen and tipped the contents out onto the table. What greeted her immediately filled her with horror. A small gallery of pictures, good quality pictures by all accounts, if only they had been of anything except her. With a trembling hand she picked up the only. I had a stiffy and was by no means ready to be left rock hard while she played cards. So I started bothering her feet again to elicit a response from them. I don't really know what I expected or what I wanted to happen, but I was pretty aroused. This time, while I was at her feet, and her still lying on her left side playing cards, her left foot arched and clenched my t-shirt in front of my stomach. She retracted her left foot and pulled me inward towards her right foot which she had elevated. She liked me a lot, and proposed me I too responded positively.It was when she had to go to her native place (She is from a northern state) and said can I stay @ your home if you don’t mind. I don’t know why I had a feeling that no not this girl I was controlling the animal inside me and said don’t stay with me consequences will be different trust me. But she came to stay with me forcibly. I stay alone in an apartment and it’s at a very good and peaceful location. I brought some drinks for me.