I felt like Brad and I were married, but somehow that was not a comfortable feeling for an 18 year old who was about to go off to college and begin he... life. That was the beginning of my doubts. While I loved Brad, did I really want that kind of commitment? This is just one more thing for me to think about.When I got out of the shower, I went into my room and dried my hair and put on another bikini. Since it was only 7:30, I knew better than to wake Janet, so I grabbed my book and headed out to. After giving sums, she opened the textbook and sat looking at the book.Seeing myself not in a mood to study, she questioned me in an angry tone, “Ajit, why are you not solving the problems?”“not feeling well”, telling her I put my head down to avoid further questions.“remember, you are in class twelve, this is not the time to drowse”, she hesitantly said.“please! I am not feeling well.”In the mean time, my friend solved 2 out of 5 problems and went to madam for some doubts.“Ajit! Do. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it hung like low, heavy clouds over my head. The only solution I could come up with was to stop. Somehow I had to stop our sexual relationship. My cock was meanwhile hardening at the view, and beginning to stand up, so I thought it would be best to turn over, onto my stomach, as I didn’t want to make a scene. But of course that only improved my view because by then I was looking right up between her legs, just a couple of metres away. She had tried two or three times to get the attention of her companion by stroking his back, but he didn’t seem interested. What a waste, I thought, such a pity! And then she had a gesture that I will.