He nods. She gets up, grabs her coat and proceeds to the door, about twenty steps behind her is Brandon. No one notices them leaving. "Why don't you s...ay?" "I didn't want to be here in the first place. Makes me uncomfortable." "I'm sorry. Drive safe, enjoy the godfather. I can't believe you even know what that is." She back leaning against her car, he opened the door for her. "Thank you. It was really nice to meet you. Never too young for a classic." "You're right about that." He shut the door. I tried many times to talk to her. But she used to run away from me. I was afraid as she may tell to anyone of our elders. So i was waiting for a chance. Almost after one and half year her engagement has been fixed. He works in USA.In her engagement party she spoke to me after many months. I was excited to talk to her.After the engagement party my parents and her family members went for shopping. I asked her why she was not talking to me all these days. She said that she didn’t like my behavior. "No, but you will now!"Her eyes opened wide, and she seemed to pull herself together. "Oh God, this is wrong! How could I have forgotten! Shit, I gotta get out of here!" She slapped at the door release in sheer panic.Joe ignored that and stomped on the gas. He had the car going fifty in no time, preventing the sexy drunk from trying anything stupid like getting out of the car. Damn! The interior lights had let him see the cutest little red "Landing Strip" bush, between her plump shapely thighs!. You never seem to stop."Beatrice paused unwillingly, just long enough to say "All to do with the metabolism, Uncle," and then continued her systematic and rapid demolition of two fried eggs, three thick rashers of bacon, two large mushrooms, a brace of sausages and two substantial pieces of fried bread. Julia smiled at her beloved cousin as she herself finished off her muesli and cup of weak milkless China tea, eating and drinking with that amazing delicacy and grace which characterised her.