How I had left home, and come to Amsterdam. How there was no one I could turn to, no one I could ask for help or rely on.“I feel so alone. And I’m...scared much of the time…” I said, and started sobbing.She moved over, put her arm around me, pushed my head onto her chest, and held me, rocking me and making soothing noises, stroking my hair. And waited.When I finally ran down and stopped, she turned my face up again – and kissed me. At first, her lips were firmly closed. Then she gave a small. . I'd still want her, I'd want to be with her. But now, as I had grown up and endured the mediocractey of surviving two years of University on my own, I was now fine being on my own.We both waved her goodbye, as she stood by a busstop and we kept on walking to the station. Dan was staying with his Dad, uptown from me. I had offered for him to stay with me, but he politely declined.'Staying until the train arrives?' I asked him, looking up at the billboard. It wasn’t long, only a suspected 10. He saw her last night coming home dressed in a very stunning rose colored business suit and black silky blouse. His cock petrified upon chatting with her for only a few moments."Well, Sunday I'm watching the Bears play the Packers but I'm not doing anything tonight." There's a new movie I'd like to see but I hate going alone." What's the movie about?" It's supposed to be a romantic comedy." I'll go with you as long as it's not a tear jerker." I get plenty of those on the Lifetime Channel," Jane. She came to me and wanted to know what I wanted her to do as her part of the paper. I laughed at her and told her that her name would not be appearing on the paper. I told her that I had done all the work and the paper was three-quarters typed and she could kiss my ass and go back to running with the seniors. That kind of set her back on her heels. She was not used to being told no. She said a few unkind words about my parentage and stalked off.The next day she was back apologizing and then she.